Colours of the fringe
Amethyst runs through the sky
Burning down the night

It's a treasure trove
Words tossed up like confetti
Falling in our hearts

Not everything needs a poem
Sometimes
it’s already

good enough.

Glutton

I crave,
I breathe,
I bleed,
As any normal human.
My spirit aches,
my spirit breaks just as easily.
My heart is broken,
but I always find
away to piece it back together.
I am the will of fire my flames will never die.
Hear me, Heaven! Hear me Hell!
You are done making a mockery out of my misery!!
This is the beginning to heal my soul, and I will be set free.

"if you have
Zero Tolerance
you are unfit
to the concept
called marriage..."

Words of confusion
Clearly stood
In the path of understanding