It's the most wonderful time Of the year.
Shining hot suns and Bare trees score a barren world. Loneliness is key.
I’m Comfortable Here
I feel comfortable here: This blanket, This screen, This mug I can curl myself around; I have found a home And you'll have to burn it Before I think about leaving. These walls These rooms, These routines, You'll have to close every door, And seal very window, Before I consider venturing Out further; Before I… Continue reading I’m Comfortable Here
I have something to confess: I don't upload every poem I write. It's not that I don't trust you, But... It's just... Some things should never Make it out of my head; Some words don't deserve The life I gave them; Some papers just need To be burned. Some things I am… Continue reading Confession