…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.
Tag: inspiration
between my ears
It’s all gone to hell.
SHE
…sharp teeth of an angel.
just words
Poetry is only a moment.
Another Eve
Love with a whole heart, or not at all — not even a little.
CLARIFY
I write what I feel, and I let it go.
Rightly So
There is mad, mad joy to be found.
dead me, dead you
This can’t bode well, can it?
bursting
Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.
You Can’t Say That, Pt 7
A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.