They Speak to Me.

Dark figures speak to me,In inky words with no cause.Flowing out in garbled spurts,From their bloody grisly jaws. Jaws? No, they're not simply that Bloody chasms, they are dark,Pouring toxins, strange poisons.The soul-killer curses, they bark! Their pricking words haunt me, In paradoxes of fiddly thoughts,They splatter me with filth,The grime of unclear doubts, Their …

You & The Cosmos

I think of losing the track of time with you. I think of forgetting why I exist, except to be with you. Except for the reason to make this evening mean something more than it simply is. I think of going on a quest. Of finding the faintest stars that dwell in the darkest corners …

You Rain Love.

On that deserted highway the street lamps create patches of gleam and dark. The recent torrent has made the view a little sharper; adding contrast to the usually harmonious dance of light and shadow trying to merge into one another. Yes, it’s one of the few reasons I do not like the rain. It exaggerates …