About the selenophile, sitting on the balcony that night, pondering. Black winds cradle me And put my mind to sleep
Conflict of the mind and heart.
What's the cost of playing God? Inevitable loss is my one thought, While night's dull ticking claims my mortal mind.
"We molded together perfectly, Like we were clay in an artist's hands"
i wrote this a long time ago and just recently found it again. thought i would share. Returning only to remember why he left The pain inside I tried to hide Is something that most cannot find
Broken once, he died inside, All emotions, he tried to hide.
Is this how it works for you, too? Shout out to Dana Gioia for a line near the end. "i asked my best friend just the other day. he didnt understand so i tried to explain"
please comment and let me know what you think! this is a different style for me but it was something i needed to ... Now it’s time for you to hear what I want to do to you.
Sleepless dreams for which to think. An older poem of mine that I wrote while I was still in foster care.
Old movies that don't work Worth no more than tenth of a cent