intermediate

"i let slip your water glass (it screamed before it fell) this is me sitting silent on the dampened floor picking glass from my soulyou make me feel like a whore. Written August 2nd, 2001 © on Mar 17 ..."

"you smell of sandy pines and seraphimslip into autopilotthe echoes of cheerful voices in an eerie light and my own breathing You engender a feeling of me be of the opinion comparable like a whoreblack..."

"there are the days when I’m living in yesterday and it all makes sense the second time around i wonder what is this stirring within me why the air tastes like rain when the soil is hard and cracking ..."

"through a missed horizon's place of red dreams i picked promises full of thorns and found this road to distant sky my journeys were bluing again with thoughts (fulfillment)at the same time i chase..."

"a star-filled apparition, she's found dreams of Gathering influence. moon-drenched, her senses are swept. in the depths she flies a Perpetual angled dance of serene silence and falls.i frequently dr..."

"Mirrors muted children's laughter; the diffused sounds' dimming was silently framed.images turn to nightmares... children are vulnerable, and too many take advantage of that. i miss that innocence. ..."