The cross she wears on a chain Reminds her of all the pain He suffered for her When He hung on the tree And the cross reminds her of His…

In a correlated space awaiting mic… A clouded T.V. screen of desensit… Beckon terrestrial Gods, Fantasy pictures, contritely morbi… Texturized lies; Barely autonomou…

He pours noise into his head and c… Which added up to zero. He put alcohol in his stomach and… Leaving zero. He believed nothing of value,

He thought of you today, Early; at the break of day. Why you didn’t stay. Is hard to say. His words were misunderstood,

Love is like a candle, Burning so bright, All through the day, And all through the night. It seems to last forever,

Remember, Her brother When they tried to play The awkward phrases, Precious, for what they so loved

Now is the time, here is the place… He see kindness and beauty all ove… Girl you know it’s true. The love in his eyes is for only y… When he sees you, his heart starts…

Mentioned words in time. Confirmed. The subtlest of lies. Play the part, one man’s heart. To damn the man’s belief.

Weeping eyes tears lost love Reminiscing brilliance a morning d… Sorrow filling a lonely void Caressing thoughts of yesterday Sunshine weeping grass glittering…

They cannot hear Love’s words thr… Yet, they celebrate & try to inter… Song. Believe that without their creator… Exist.

People come and go, They are all passersby. Some come to show, A path on which others can rely. Some have come to build,

The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the

Sometimes she takes it out to hand… Tries it on like a dress That she might want to buy. It is blue as agate. It is smooth as a peeled egg,

Snow swirling from mountains ascen… Whitecaps racing from the shore wo… Crescendos cascading down the cany… Grit scouring age lines into her f… While

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...