Bittersweet Somethinga strange and sudden sadness arrived from yesterwhen where i buried it and bound it with iron; a memory of almost and the ghost of what might be (1)
Forgiveness Is for MeForgiveness is for me— it's not a gift I give to you. It’s not a door swung open wide, not some warm and healing glue. It’s not an act to soothe your guilt, or ease the weight you chose to bear. You cared just enough to keep your peace, not because... See More »
The Writer: Sad SongsI was the one. Dream wrecker, Heart breaker, Demons of the night, All I have to offer, Is my pain, And hurt, I am the sad song, Playing on the radio
A Poem "904"There was a door I never opened, and still, it swung panicked shut behind me. Nine steps to the end of nothing— a "no regrets" laden goodbye stitched carefully in silence, a chapter closed with a pitiful applause. Zero stood there, waiting. A void b... See More »
