This is an oldy, I think it was around 2000. I have a feeling that I was riding the melancholy trolley at the time.

A Poem.

My Refuge describes a person that thrives at night or in the dark because they feel hidden from the world. They feel safe in this dark existence because they haven’t allowed themselves to really be seen for who they are.

Love beyond words.

Death runs to its own agenda.

A way forward to dream.

My day six poem for 30 day fundraiser.

Read and comment please.

"Dare to think!"

Kant.

A sad poem I wrote recently.