If i could grasp oxygen, Have it lay in my palm And tear it straight to its core To get a mere peek of What the future has laid Upon its own palms, then Perhaps my anxiety May subdue and succumb To its mortal enemy; Peace. (LS)

Day 2

It was day 2 when it hit me Like a stack of bricks on concrete The tan skinned arm The beard and that smile The world in its entirety stopped And it was just me and absent you A long lingering stare and youre gone My heart sank. Its been a daze without you It … More Day 2

The Vase

Tall, pridefully stood- Sway with the breezes Do they know what it feels like To be broken by another Once loved? Leaves, gracious and smooth Dewy and vibrant Lusciously swaying with the breezes Do they know about the killer That lives in their very own veins? Roots? Uprooted. Pulled away But pridefully stood, still alive … More The Vase