Lessons For My Child
For they who are not here. Yet.
All posts tagged: Poem
Ten Feet of Earth
Do our bodies go into the ground, or does the ground go into us?
Big City
'Big' doesn't always promise better.
Ballad Of A Painting
Different strokes, make clear the smoke, that surrounds the art you see.
Her Highness, Sadness
For when she calls, ye will answer.Always.
A Comparative Analysis Of You And My Body
Thank you, phantom lover.
Amour
Into the arms of another, I cannot race, for you have me, amour.
Burgundy Roses, Lavender Skin
Look within your heart, can you tell apart the hues? Can you tell apart the sadness, and the pain in the dark?
Pathos
The process of grief turns the heart on its head, in its trial to understand the path of the dead.
Ergo, I doubt
There is more to understanding the composure of one's own, than staring into a mirror on a Sunday morn.
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