As miles and years shadow the memory and precious times put to rest again are carelessly marked "Rest in Pieces." Will you remember the...

The clock tick-tocks a slug's rhythm; one wonders if the hands leave slimy trails, or if they'd wither with a pinch of salt. Four o'clock...

Irrelevant, the seen yet not seen, existing among the world unknown, the fragments of society forgotten. Behind their eyes are aspects,...

In the end, will it have meant anything? The exacting nature of our words unspoken, the affection born of silence through acts of...

Come and have a seat my friends and spend some time with me. I'd like to weave a tale for you of a man named Tom Magee. Old Tom he was...

Blunting the edge of perception traded for insecurities? The scythe of emptiness has failed to kill the loneliness. It was bound to come,...

At last, the toxic emotion has been cleansed, the ever-encroaching wail of love lost leeched from corridors better left untainted by its...

I can bear this wicked tongue no longer! I cannot. The silence breaks upon me like the cobalt waves of raging seas upon the lonely sands...

How long this gray? The encroaching mists shrouding lambent eyes of unseen demons peering over a crimson moon. Madam Memory, wretched...

I, like you, underestimate the depth for one to properly submerge emotion. For shrouded eyes do not prove emotional death colored blue,...

Protectively, the rain masks my torment, a steady rhythm pattering on shoulders... The end draws near with strangled sobs comfortably...

That day, the breeze held warmth and the aroma of springs dawning, you were there, heightening the beauty with sweet laughter and soft...

Words of silence echo in a room filled with his emptiness, the hollow nature of an emotion unexplored. Gently, she presses for higher...

So he sits, a patient man in a darkened room, counting shadows on a wall, awaiting love. Never on time, or late for cold veal at five....

Again I move, a little pen in a poet’s hand inking love poems for a woman he does not know. I do not dance for a woman’s sake. Nor even...

Whether spawned by hell or sprung from the stars, to live in mankind is far more than to live in a name. How poignant and amplified the...

Putrid Cupid, plague bearer of love strides forth, flaking flesh falling from lank limbs, weapon poised. Love is a wicked emotion....

I met my new best friend one day while playing hide and seek. The best of friends a girl can have today or any week. While hiding in the...

I know that this sounds silly, but I swear this tale is true; and you can laugh all you want; truth is, I would too. But I tell you that...

I. He did not know his father long for Charon took him piece by piece, one leg, then the other— then across the river Styx after chores...