The Good Thought
It’s a good place to be, a bed, Cozy, safe, away from the world, closer to heart. Leaving all the sense people make, Leave it all on the pillow and blanket. Pick up a screen and skim through places, Pristine,…
Rest
Don’t you move, neither a bit, It’s hot outside and it’ll hurt you bad. So dear are you to me, chirping and…
My Pen
I don’t know where my pen falls weak, Where does it become stronger. I know its sparkling now. Aside from numerous visions.…
All Roses on the Gunshots
And the night shall fall short to spell, Another rain on the parched blood soaked in airy blue. To let hopes sulk…