Widows in Candyland ( Read more... )

Sit and stare starry eyed girl
the blaze will go on forever

no waning moon above the city tonight
just the wailing call of the restless

knee deep in the dirt that keeps us apart
on the thin line between existing and not

you will be pulled from the masses
and into arms of insanity bravery ( Read more... )

he could have been perfect
two symetrical lines
two current ideals
two pages of history
two mutual desires
he could have been perfect

A solid emotion
of the house lights being out
bitter strawberries in my mouth
a tingling touch
of brass anomalies
an interperatation of quiet
feathers abound
breaking tip top of a teacup
with no measurement of time
an age old prophecy
presented in heirlooms
and loss of Grace
in the Ides of March

Tragic is the word for Love on the lips of lovers
faithless wishes and ideas
souring of souls
of hearts
of lives
the inner demons that we've been trying to wash away
bitterness
faceless posessions
nameless intentions
hopeless endevors

I believe in love

Love does not believe in me

She opened the cupboard, arms outstretched ( Read more... )

All alone ( Read more... )