Memorial to the Unknown Lovers

The sun died that day.Leaving pastel pinks and blues in its wake.A last, fleeting swathe of blood and sorrowstreaking across the pale-hued canvas. A seagull flew overhead, riding the windsthat tore at my loose, blue shirt. As the ship rocked, waves splashed placidlyfive stories below. Oblivious to the loss of their starsave a subtle chill

Venus

a hand unheldoutstretchedinto the corrosive ether

After the Last

After the last dollar’s spent After the last bridge’s burnt After the last letter’s sent After the last lesson’s learnt After the last tear is cried After the last smile’s faded After the last dream has died After the last breath is bated After the last love is lost After the last word is rhymed

“Solitude” by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Laugh, and the world laughs with you;Weep, and you weep alone;For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,But has trouble enough of its own.Sing, and the hills will answer;Sigh, it is lost on the air;The echoes bound to a joyful sound,But shrink from voicing care. Rejoice, and men will seek you;Grieve, and they turn

She_

It has been a year now.And I still think of you constantly. I wake up missing you.Some mornings, it takes me half a second to remember why I feel like throwing up. Then, I realize you’re not there. And you never will be. So, I imagine what it would be like if I opened my

I AM

Absolute isolationLeaving me in shardsObligate desperationNow that I am scarredEnd

Yearning for That Which…

“Why” is a question that is so cliché, yet I pray for an answer to save me.Why must I live apart from her when she is all I want and need? Her name shall not grace these pages.For if the name of a mere God can not be spoken, then certainly hers mustremain unknown. Five