Category Archives: Words

About me

I write for the release.  I write, because I have no say in the matter.  I believe that it is both a gift and a curse.  I want to share that with the world.  I write, because I love to

About me

I write for the release.  I write, because I have no say in the matter.  I believe that it is both a gift and a curse.  I want to share that with the world.  I write, because I love to

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

Same old song

I am troubled by your blasphemous disdain.  It is appalling how you constantly refer to writers as fickle.  Especially when you are unappreciative of what was written for and about you.  As writers, we do not envision something new.  We

October

You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot

October

You come to me, your Jesus, With legs spread, begging. Sitting there, nude, as an Unravelled mystery. But, I am your shackles. Holding You down, stroking your Conscience. Your thoughts Drip onto my tongue. You Cry out that you cannot

Taphophile

There’s something beautiful about cemeteries.  The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face.  The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world.  Words

Taphophile

There’s something beautiful about cemeteries.  The comfortable silence, penetrated only by the feel of the misty rain on your face.  The clouds block the sun, inviting you to take a better look at what has become of the world.  Words

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

Read all about it

I can’t read the books that I picked up, fell in love with, and took home.  I can’t read their pages, filled with love and torn romances, battered hearts and sad smiles, unmet glances and one-armed hugs.  I can’t read

Stephanie

You’re a liar But an honest one You speak words that Melt in my hands When I write Letters and emotions Are just a game And you know exactly How to play

Stephanie

You’re a liar But an honest one You speak words that Melt in my hands When I write Letters and emotions Are just a game And you know exactly How to play

Shrine

It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look

Shrine

It’s why I go to sleep To see that dreamy face of yours I wake up in the middle of the night Just so I can see that smile The one you get when you’re dreaming of me I look