Midnights Cruelty


Midnights Cruelty Heavy lids, Watery eyes, A lite yawn flow in the air If only sleep could pierce  my thoughts But fear keeps sleep in a distance ream. So her I sit and ponder away Keeping dreams in midnight’s mist. The cruel ness of night, Laughing in the dark Making fun Of it’s vitems nightmares… [Continue Reading]

Roses, Violets, and Dreams


My roses are withered, my violets are too, so are my dreams, so what do I do?   Do I water them with grace, and pot them with pride, or do I burn them to the ground,  and begin a new garden?  I say burn them, burn them to the ground,  begin a new garden, where… [Continue Reading]