Dust is the sign of sadness. A candle on the table, lighting up the whole room, is the sign of hope. Food on the table is the sign of hard work. Listening to your favourite music...
I write so-called poems
when the nights are long--
sing the praises of false ladies--
through the dark hours
I push words out of place.
thin lips, gray eyes, blonde hair...
different but just like you, My color a dark blue, yet in the light transparent like glass...
You look past what is me, not noticing what is there, yet for sure I grantee you, it...
Dundas Street East II
summer rain, kid caught on a bicycle,
tires rip the surface of the wet pavement;
as I watch from the tenth floor balcony
it would be nice to say I'm really...
I spend my time with voices of 'reason',
Which makes it harder to rocket ship away,
as they say I have no fuel.
No mutual, moral handshake or arm to guard you from...
I was really into it a couple months ago. I might make some new material again. I just think it's hard sometimes as I'm not very creative
Your kisses seems to fade away. The more I remember it felt so, perfect. I spend my nights alone missing you. Boy you know I think of you. I'm not going to lie I'm...
I love. You love.
We all know what love does.
We know what it was.
But it's all a fuzz.
The meet. The greet.
The part where we secretly worship at each others' feet.
We act like...
love is easy
love is now
love is hard
or your heart
we'll feel the sweet
see the truth,
the best parts
I said this to one at a point in my life, I ask that JESUS guide this person in the right direction, for we can only learn to live for and love one another, but only through the...
danger for the man who plays with fire,
crosses angels, plays as children play,
weeping from the flames of his desire,
knowing not of love but love entire,
I've brought your sadness in close on my own
and nurtured it until the two were one
I've seen this love between us overgrown
with something else quite hidden from the sun...