. . She, Thoughts bouncing off The walls… Questions Piling up, pink Petal tears dropping… Dropping, Dropping. Reminiscing their entwined Curious fingers, Sharing childhood memories. Not so innocent moments But so very uplifting. Dark self-whispers Taking their turn Did he? Didn’t he? Loves he me not? Echoing in The middle of her room’s Pitch-black silence,…… Continue reading Monologues…
. I am done with you. He didn’t expect a response, but the lack of it made him angrier. I did everything I could to please you… Make you proud. I tried so hard… Tried to love you, to make you love me… And all that’s left from it is pain and frustration… And…… Continue reading N like Nemesism…
As I lay down, in the back of my pickup truck, with only my coat rolled tight to rest my head on, I thought of you… The sky was clear, and the city far, far away. I couldn’t even see its glare on the horizon anymore. The sun had set a long time ago,…… Continue reading Shooting star…
I light a cigarette, fill my cup, tilt my head… I drink your silence, head spinning from the mystery. Your blurred lines forcing me to close my eyes for a moment. Speak softly, but don’t say too much… Men always end up lying anyway. Take care of the sun for me, will you? While…… Continue reading Late evening monologue…
Cyranny's Cove 