Tag Archives: Poetry

That which is sacred.

This poem is based on a dream I had a few nights ago.

Samhain Ball

Come with me on this dark dark night…

Poem: Frantic

This pen. This hand.

This paper. This mind.

These words that I scratch
            an attempt at a rhyme
            and the life they define.

Cleanse Me

Beating rain come down on me,
Wash away my tears.

Temptation of Thought

Did I ever post this? It is a poem I wrote quite awhile ago. Not art for sale or anything, just something I made while I was messing about on the computer. Poetry is the medicine of the soul

If you can’t tell, I really like that photograph.