Morning of sleepy eyes Lingering images float but forget Not able to make it to the surface Each night I feed you pieces of me Lost in the Martin realm With a cloak of black around me The power is... Continue Reading →
Quietly, you step foot through A doorway into time and longing. Heartbeats can't beat this way, Forever Long hours with whiskey, water And skirt hems that kiss your ankles. I can't go, can't see what painted Sunsets were encountered At... Continue Reading →
Statement: Pain is always measured and variable. Conclusion: comfort and peace must then be constant must be inestimable. But what about pain makes us want to measure it? Do we measure our emotional pain the same way we measure our... Continue Reading →
Cat Over Clock 