What do you think will happen
To the world
In the end?

Beautiful girls who write sad poetry
are dangerous things
we've come to the conclusion
that love is not always a force for positive good
and in a woman
who's been taught love is all.
This is a displacement of identity.
Which changes the soul.
From malleable object,
to unstoppable force.

In the Silence
The whisper
Of a pen
Over paper

Grayish-white cloud banks are touching the ocean
in wind driven devotion
White capped angels do soar above
the morning , turquoise confusion
The dilution of nighttime sins in salted solution ,
white sand epitaphs are being pulled into hellish black horizons

I'll leave my
Heart here
crying for
something.

One small
Positive thought
In the morning
Can change
Your whole day