Ode To Fictional You
it is your birthday. what does this mean to me? nothing actually. we don’t know each other yet. but if …
it is your birthday. what does this mean to me? nothing actually. we don’t know each other yet. but if …
with nobody to talk to i talk to myself or rather i write to myself and talk to the dog …
I’m trying to remember staying in bed all day with one you love. sleeping, talking, dreaming, laughing, crying and other things. …
As some of you more disgruntled readers may have noticed, I’ve thrown myself off a high cliff into the waters …
it all comes down to this i hear you getting dressed in the morning the rustle of clothing the sound of …
the shift of memory of hopes and dreams once good, then bad and back again. of vast landscapes and a …
I can’t remember a more creative time in my life. Sure I’ve made more art at other periods but it …
In order to push boundaries with myself (some boundaries are meant to be crossed) I decided to post some poems …
i won’t imbue you with powers you do not possess for your life was simply too large to embellish. i’ve …
How does the half-moon shine as brightly as the full? It’s white light keeps me up until I can no …