looking for a change but I can’t change.
Tag Archives: poetry
real
if being “real” is being cruel, then I’d rather not be real.
Radio
my radio is quiet.
plum
sweet plum sticky on pale fingers
Twisted
we’re twisted.
Soul
It’s you.
wrinkles
wrinkles hold stories of triumphs and tribulations.
tangled
past and present and future become tangled when gods meddle with fate.
elegiac
an elegiac haiku for the word elegiac.
Bliss
at peace.