all the wordsall the poems know my warm, soft spots.
I asked of the limitless sunshineHow to shine with the dawn's glowing light;No answer came back from the sunshine, But my soul heard a whisper, "Burn bright!
You read my words and instantly we are both connected
My words are my children. I am eternally grateful to the womb of my mind for conceiving them.
We have conversations most nights, Sylvia Plath and me. On these cold wintry nights with our coffee mugs in hand, we talk for hours and hours, Sylvia Plath and me!
You are a fantastic scheme of captivating ecstasy.
I can't love anymore.Except for you...I love you so much it hurts to breathe.
She gave me hugs that were like oxygen to a dying man and uplifted my soul!
You resting your head tenderly on my shoulders while we sit below the old Oak tree. And we smile at each other and gaze lovingly at the fascinating sunset over the hills. This moment makes me feel com...
I was just an option.Blown easily to piecesand offered to the skyby the sweet laced painupon your lips.
Careful.The fall is quick,steep,and permanent.
She was born of space. And starlight. But she bled wrath. And vengeance.."[From Current Work In Progress]
some words bring warmthjust bybeing next to each other.
Imagination makes the worldand all the wonders in it.The seed of every dream unfurlsas you with love begin it!
You are the poemthat sticks in my throatteaching me to whisperwith the voice of my heart.
Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.
You bothered yourself and changed the season. I was left behind with your awful sounds.
I die a little,In the echo of your silence.
My emotions have already spilled out on a canvas; I need you my king, to rescue me from the madness!
all my lifei have looked for poemsto elope with.