Posted on April 13, 2016 / Poetry Painting with Fire Against the fates we do rightly follow, Not fearing the black of the starless night, In this long born vacuum of sorrow, Holding the fading memory of light. With brushes of fire, and strokes of flames true,[....] Read More+20 Tweet Share
Posted on March 20, 2016 / Micropoetry Fade All the mistakes that were made, Time, I begun to deplore, And as I started to fade, Blackness, and not a thing more. [....] Read More00 Tweet Share
