(the things left behind) A year of days without you. A year of nights... Sign in to see full entry.
In Memory of Whiskey This will be the last. I have come to an end. There... Sign in to see full entry.
This is a tentative first draft and also the first poem I've attempted to... Sign in to see full entry.
Now, I know I most of my poems tend to be somewhat on the..shall we say...... Sign in to see full entry.
Your greens, your yellows, you're rather pretty. My bedtime partner. I can... Sign in to see full entry.
I am a Poet I right write rite poems Not all the time Just sometimes... Sign in to see full entry.
There is a child in my head. I know - you thought she was dead but your... Sign in to see full entry.
Incandescent with white-hot rage, I lie here in my furious grave. You think... Sign in to see full entry.
There are no windows in this room. I came here when the leaves were green.... Sign in to see full entry.
I will be there, dear, when your clock strikes thirteen and I will smile at... Sign in to see full entry.