Beginning   Inception Conception Prelude Start   The pistol has been fired The ball is rolling   There is no going back  

The limbs are tired. Tired are the eyes; for the ears there has been too much sound, too much coloured noise, and tired, too, this endless length of day, this mad chase of sun, moon, breathless wind, arguments of cold and heat, dying stars reborn…

As I lay here I find amusement as I watch you sleep Your eye lashes, thick and long Play peek a boo With eyes unaware, they’re the target Of a gaze from a unloved lover Who longs for the touch, the kiss of pure affection…

Our date by the sea, the restaurant (We are merely a temporary us,) a distraction from what is at last us. You in your slacks, shirt, tie (tempted, separated by a callous hand of fate), not yet, not yet. Not now, you whisper. I in…

I think about it all the time About how a single crack in my pillars could be the end of it all I could chisel a blood river into my thighs, and feel the currents empty life from me as I stood tall, the building…

  a wanderer always at awe with time and space everything comes into full realization as to his own existence and essence nonetheless it partaking in life’s challenges surely it always put on a test for his strong willed adventure that changes within him into…

When I fall from your grace. Show me your light of your. Deepest love for me. Never let your love go from my soul. Or the darkness of life. Cover your light too my soul. Your song of your grace is always within my soul….

It’s 8:41am and I am holding someone else s baby in my arms. And I’m out of cigarettes. My wife and I sleep in the same room her mom died in. Who died of lung cancer, from smoking. And all i can think about is inhaling…

Miles that separate Friends that discriminate Circumstances that kept us apart And those people who broke our hearts The feeling that I was scared to show The one’s I should have made known The good times and the bad The happy and the sad You…

Good afternoon! I am extremely excited about being a part of this. I have been writing poetry since my early teens, and have always found it as a source of comfort; writing, for me, is the greatest outlet for emotions. Aside from writing I spend…