To be.

Listen to oneself when no one wants to hear Syllables of love and pain, of wisdom gained The heart is always broken, beating near The mind seldom wrong about love that's feigned The waves listen, leave and return to me A solemn retreat of echoing certainty The crowds glare, dissipate and let me be Barely... Continue Reading →



The hues of my mind seldom do a colour chart define When my hearts all black I look to look behind A sleepy shade of green do I seldom beget When sorrows and pain I eagerly doth forget A strong, deep red slashes across my eyes When my life's at peace and the mind's emptied... Continue Reading →

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