Xanadu
 

Like an empty music stand— yearning for even a decibel of noise, I lie awake thinking of you. It reaches out hoping for a pluck of a...

Hope is the piece of paper that is Drenched in water— With the pen smears that does not change the meaning of the words.  The tear in the...

They say forgive and forget. Somehow I was never able to do either.  Lying awake in the dark,  tossing and turning between my warm...

When I was three I loved the color pink. Pastel, neon, magenta; pink was my color.  My cerise coat and my bubblegum rain boots sat in the...

I need to stop doubting myself. Making people’s mistakes my mistakes,  Making myself the bad guy like I’m  manipulating them.  The words...

But drowning, Or maybe tsunamis,  Or monsoons, Or even rain, Actually, any body of water really. I hate the idea of looking below me  And...

Hope is the lily of the valley— Gentle, light, beautiful to see— Dangerous if you get too close, too much Enticing to the Eye, Yet...

Others say I am destruction, but all I want to do is play.  Confusion spreads through me as some  cower at the sight of me untamed....

Dressed as a performer,  I stand with my signature scarf,  coal lips, and twig arms. I play  many different roles, my expression  is...

His fingertips reaching deep into the dark hole that captivates  his senses, wanting to get out.  Following the syllabus of his shadow,...