Poetry

Poetry I have written from 2000 until now.

Under Your Spell

Your image haunts me as I sleep In the silent space of the night you creep And leave me wanting more In my dream you call me like my master Even in sleep my heart beats faster

Blank Canvas

Owning everything that is me Devouring everything that is she Hating everything that is we Aching, ever aching Wondering about he.

Unresolved

She stands At the edge of greatness At the edge of ruin At the precipice of nothingness Sick of treading water Wishing she could jump Just for a change from standing

The True Story of a Lost Soul

Another grey day Color all the days this way The sin of having too little faith Will forever be my downfall No yellow in my world Only a red as blistering as the river of blood