Sticks & Stones

I was told growing up that sticks and stones may break my bones but names could never hurt me. And Continue reading →

Sometimes

Sometimes, I act like a child. It’s not because I don’t know better, It’s because I have these feelings like Continue reading →

Grace

Interesting how people never label babies and pity them for their shortcomings in this world People don’t stare at babies Continue reading →

Jig-Saw Puzzle

I take the lid off my life and bear witness to the puzzle inside Hundreds of pieces scrambled together totaling Continue reading →

Oak Dresser in my Chest

I have an oak dresser stored in the depths of my chest I rent space in its drawers because I Continue reading →

Hope is a Fickle Mistress

Hope is a fickle mistress Able to up-lift and support Able to let down and distress But she never loses Continue reading →

Him

Sometimes I feel the weight of the world baring down on my shoulders and the slaves between every joint in Continue reading →

The Story of Metaphysics, Chemistry, Lust and the Mystics

Trust rests on a brush Tainted with the paint of your love Our Spectrum’s hues prove soothing enough But the Continue reading →