Like the trees in autumn breeze
I want to shed my skin
gently how a mandarin is peeled.
Let it all go
leaf per leaf
and see what stays.
For when spring comes
I can rise from the ashes
and bloom with nature.
Nov 16, 2017
Nov 16, 2017 at 8:27 AM UTC
I am the hurricane
I will tear you apart.
Run
Run away.
Before it is too late.
Just leave me here
I will be fine
Just as I always have been.
I am my own peaceful quiet in the storm.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:41 PM UTC
Maybe one day
I can find the good
in his goodbye
although it was never said.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Loneliness is like a ghost
creeping me up on a Saturday afternoon
and gone
as if it has never been there
the other day.
Nov 14, 2017
Nov 14, 2017 at 10:43 AM UTC