I am a desert, dry, barren and desolate. The thoughts that live on me are dead or dying of thirst. I haven't been able to grow anything in years. My sands spin and kick when the slightest breeze stirs. Clouds roll in on either side of me, other lands get the waters of life, from … Continue reading I am a Desert
I Can’t Stop
Why is it that when I extend my hand you swat it away. I have never done you any wrong, or wished you any harm, Nor have I ever once taken the side of another. I try so desperately to make you happy, to make any wish you have come true. I have stood there … Continue reading I Can’t Stop
Red Savage Queen
Blood trickles from the heavy scene. You're my beautiful queen, with translucent lies search for you like flies. You're my Red Savage Queen with light falling like a dream, in the nets of the still moon-lit nights, from the heavens and other heights. Together we will fly in to liquid sunshine of the morning dew, … Continue reading Red Savage Queen
Thought of a Thinker 