The boys hands are dripping with Red He runs to the sink Wishing to wash and go straight to his bed Scared of the crime His hands have just committed Knowing his heart Can’t handle the time Hoping if they catch him He’ll be just fine His are wet They hover up and look Read more about Red in the Mirror[…]
Father is the seed Son is the fruit The mother is the tree and that littliest one she is the vine I walked a path some year ago my eyes were wide My ears were listening beheld for a while in an instant for I had seen the most beautiful flower it was a lily, Read more about Tree Of The Vine[…]
I dropped my sword it hit me too hard too sharp too quick making my eyes run my knees buckle blurring my seeing I dropped my sword baring my teeth I try to catch it but my fingers cannot grasp the hilt as my body tilts onto, into and through the dirt I dropped my Read more about Falling Sword[…]
So silently she sleeps swirling around in her small blanky Barely breathing her body but boldly breaking the creases in her bed she coughs her cold and cuddles her ted that cute cuddly looking creepy in the dark with its teeth tearing toward the wall laying there so safely in her arms her naughty little Read more about As Sure As Sound[…]
Why do I better my soul like the sky reaching down from its high throne trying to kiss the sparkling ocean Waters that it will never meet my goals always two lengths two Breaths, two sighs past my peak my sword my power my skill can do nothing to defeat her for I am overwhelmed Read more about Reachless Target[…]