Just trying to describe in words what someone might put to pictures.

When you finish what life began to end.. .

When the earth begins to tire.

The mind-boggling ideas came up. Feelings that you cannot estimate neither comprehend pop-ups in this twirling end- an untitled poem.

We seldom notice our shadows on the wall when we’re in each other’s arms.
This guy does and he’s taking his imagination way out there. After all, it is the last time for the real male and female.

The moon is such a wonderful sight to see. It’s so restful to the soul and helps set the spirit free.

You can call it existential if you want…

Late night thoughts………..

This was a poem I wrote when I just didn’t feel like living anymore. I had lost three of my best friends and I kind of felt like all my dreams had been twisted and were no longer in sight.

Takes one inside the heart of a Broken Angel.