Abstractions of a Lonely Heart (or something less emo) |
The sound of falling:a soft breathlike the pale latticeof a dragonfly wingora high and keening wail,the shriek and screamof a tempestrushing past.My voice,my throat so harsh and thick from all the swa...
Posted by on Sat, 28 Feb 2009 21:43:00 GMT |
Song to My Father |
My disenchantment is what compells you to draw me near I hate to tell you I don't believe you or your three-word lie. I've made my promises, made my mind up, now I'll shut you away (Chorus) I never k...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 07:31:00 GMT |
The Beauty in the Sin |
It was a soft sigh, an aching stutter that sang verses in my bones and called out to me from a place well-known; I knew it from a dream, saw it fluttering weak and scared, like a bird trapped among m...
Posted by on Sun, 30 Nov 2008 07:12:00 GMT |
He Loves in Silence |
He cannot say the words, words he has whispered hundreds of times into the soft, safe darkness, seeing her face in his mind. They stick in his throat, clinging like petulant burrs. His eyes lower in...
Posted by on Wed, 16 May 2007 19:49:00 GMT |
