Now is the only thing tangible that we really have
He was hung by the slope
Boil it down to costs
Depression in the form of poetry and prose
Your excuses are piling up....
Where do you come from?
All the matter in the world still couldn't equal my regret
All hail sorrow
If only "I'm sorry" were as pretty as this poem
Care is a word I hear you keep uttering
Mark your map
No point in even apologizing anymore
Probably the most beautiful apology I've ever written (in rhyme)
Exiting the stage right and never returning
You fill the galaxy with longing
Hello, do I exist?
I'm begetting rhymes
Words can either move mountains or dig graves (a collection of ideas)
Heavy prices have been paid
Maybe my heart is a diaphanous veil
The gardens do not grow the way they used to
I try to forget him but then the sky shows colors of his eyes and beard. He's everywhere yet nowhere.
The future is missing any sun
He played me. My heart died.
Sorry's come with sorrow
An angel dies in hell trying to save a demon she loved
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Call me crazy but my heart says he loves me
Love never dies...
Something good comes from all bad things but I can't find one here...
Pain times infinity
It's cold without his love
Like a ghost he roams my heart, I miss him.
Thick is my sorrow
He'll never have my forgiveness or love
If only I could stop loving you...
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
We haven't learned a thing...
I need him
I lost my best friend to suicide. I write of her from time to time. But she's always on my mind.