Potentially Poetic

Thou art a mirror ball my conscience, I gaze at thee and see my face, yet through thine eyes I am distorted, with naught to gain but more di...

How would I know what I believe is true if opinions were all I’m holding to and the wind of my words just whistled through the empty rooms i...

I’m laying down yet staring up into the vast blue sky, my arms outstretched beside me feel light enough to fly, here there are no broken dre...

The blazing sun glints off the snow, an ocean of crystals dazzle my eyes, tears rain down my cheeks like stars traversing through the midnig...

The yellow pages hold no hope, of seeing who I am, I'm like a pool, crystal clear I'm slipping through your hand. I'm whispering...

A sticky note, a paper boat, a letter to a friend, a painted room, a seed in bloom, a tear that's on the mend, a keyboard buried deep be...

Come to me O night of sorrow, fall upon mine eyes, find me neath the weeping willow, never gain to rise. The bleeding hearts have tangled me...