Poetry: Photo AlbumsReflections, stars on glassy eyes, descendingFrom the heavens, gazes unrelentingHave I repented? Have I bled enough?For rough stones polished into diamondsRough estimations, pretentiously intentionalPreventing the right words from being saidThose stars, your visage dark and unremarkableUpsetting and a bit depressing are my pleasMy attempts to bring you back to meThe venting I do at my own reflectionsAs I bear these often angry teethOnce was I atop the dreams I've laidAnd paid the prices today, and yesterdayTomorrow I shall move along a new path pavedIn gold, in silver, and my shadow that follows bravelySafely at a distance it
Poetry: NineWasteland, varying shapes of darknessDenying all that comes in living and dyingSunlight through the widening horizonShining dry upon the prying eyes of denialTrying and succeeding, hope in angels flyingSundials showing time distorting, blind to rhymeWhile reason calls unrelenting, cryingWe'll all fall someday, but today is risingTime is flying and quickly fleeting, they fallImmortal sands that wrap our planetSanity unraveled, hourglass forever expandingStanding atop cliffs and hillsides, splendedSplendor granting to all unknown and uninformedForming granite structures to keep within itSpinning, landing, crashing, burningFor wh