Saturday, March 15, 2008


It always comes down to this:
How much am I willing
to give away:

Blazing a trail,
with fallen bridges,
and, broken dreams,

collapsing in that place
you'd left empty.

Your voice no longer can reach this heart;
and, all your belief in stars,

are burnt out,


Saturday, March 8, 2008

Wednesday, March 5, 2008