To wait is to suffer. To wait in vain is suicide. But all is a choice. At the expense of what you wish to bargain, will you…… Read more “Waiting and Me”
We are walls with feet (Everything concealed and constantly moving) Memories as puzzle pieces labeled – beyond (The museum is abandoned and yet we go back) I…… Read more “When Poets write..”
I was pissed. He was calm. I was pissed he was calm. He worked. I stayed awake. He called and the madness went away. He is a…… Read more “SERIES PART 1: The Devil and Me”
Words are all I have Words are what I wield And yet with you, no words are needed. You smile; and my day’s completed. A day with…… Read more “SIX LETTERS – A REPOST”
I do not miss you. But I miss missing you. Now, I live life better.