Tag Archives: poem
The Last Rose
I write this poem some months ago and actually posted it, but then quickly took it down when I realized I could do better for it. So I changed some things around, and I will say it relates to my … Continue reading
In Dark, In Sleep
The dark, the blind and vulnerable I am where subconscious urges roam In fluid dreams; their disconnect They speak of all things alien In sleep, sorrowful memories A fixed unease roots from the crease My … Continue reading
Decay
Certain dreams cause me a fit No one deciphered my silence Or noticed my laughter had a glitch Truth is hidden so well in a hinge Who cares when fresh blood arrests my attention? Or when my wounds manifest an … Continue reading
Stress
I decided to write something that is both random and to the point. It describes stressful things, how stress feels, how it looks and what I imagine when I think of stress. It’s not meant to make perfect sense, but … Continue reading
