I wonder what you see when you stare at my face that smiles back at you? You say all the things I wish I was But am… Read more “A thought”
My little, cudly dream This fuzzy feeling May be my damnation. Yet I dream Scarlet on green. My lovely, sacred dream Tastes, like salvation.
What a funny word – free. What exactly does it mean? “Free from” or “free to”, Simply “free”? And if so, what then to do? A flight?… Read more “Hm…”
I saw a prompt about a dream That I would wish to last forever. My mind was quick to catch a fever Of colored fantasies that flashed… Read more “My dream”
The whispers that cling to the psyche, Sucking the heart dry. Disgusting, ravenous leeches. The nightmares under the covers. Its supposed to be safe Out in the… Read more “Ripples”