I don’t love you, not at allBut I’m going to love you anywayI don’t love youThe greenback you give me aren’t anywhere near worth itYou take from me, my stomach in a knot from dawn till duskYou have us fighting terrors…

grief to relief

the weight of the world

The silence is deafening, from the words you don’t speak They cut like a razor blade, into the folds of my heart I can’t even hear a pin drop Not the faintest whispering of your heart. I grasp at straws…

grief to relief


she wandered barefoot gliding into thin air out beyond the realm of tangibility her soul visible through her sheerness it fluttered to meet his she kissed his soul through his face his eyelids closed, she lay her lips on them…

the ♥ files

empty fullness

Watching the glimpses of their story flash before her as they move from one place to another, a place where they will no longer be visible the deep and profound hollowness of the bongos echoing through her her veins full…

just a girl

Summer Nights

What are summer nights But wanting to stay outdoors into the wee hours of the night Enjoying conversation and the silent sway of luscious tree branches and a faint background rustle of the leaves Walking barefoot along the canal, sandals…

the writing files


In the small jungle I created for myself I found a way To build faith To discover its existence within me Sheltered from the the ego’s craving from revenge letting disappointment fall away amidst the chaos I turned the other…

the ♥ files

your heart shaped box

I’m here and I’m not going anywhere but forward, with you I’m the man who can’t be moved I walked and walked, he said I walked forward but the palm of your hand escaped me I kept reaching my face…

the ♥ files


  at the foot of the master she bows her head as he strums her heart strings at the foot of her love she bares herself naked at his faintest whisper opening her body to him and though he lets…

just a girl

icy mornings and summer walks

still wrapped in the early morning’s deep slumber she walked into the somber space, the scent of fresh coffee circulating around her the familiar exchange of smiles against the peaceful early morning ambiance that comforting sense of his arm around…

the ♥ files


The things she knows but can’t tell anyone. The things that make her stop and feel deeply, sometimes sadly, even in the midst of such joy. In the darkness she shares them with him, ever present. He knows it’s the…