Living in the prism of my manifested diamond dreams can sometimes leave one cut by the distorted reflection of me in your eyes mirrored 10,000 times. This glass cuts us sometimes into pieces to show these shimmering glints of the darkness in me hitting the darkness in you. Love could possibly only sparkle so bright…
Category: Love
When your heart skips a beat
Touchtones
Finally the oxygen of a computer screen bright and crack it open like a new horizon in front of my eyes. Possibility staring back as a dark pierce of sun rising and blaring across the morning bed of ocean. The heat of new. Embark on a journey into the sea of marriage this August of…
The Harvest of An Idealist
This brainwork is a bed of soil A place she where she digs And I watch as her thoughts they grow I like to peek over the iron-wrought walls of friendship, fortresses and fear to see The things that grow beneath Her words fall Into the freshly-watered soil of a blank computer page To grow…