Quip

It's the word quip

Such a subtle gesture

Yet the voices ring in solemn roar

For what an entity will become

Are words cast upon the atmospheric canvas

Which we speak upon

And to those we hold dear

Dropping skill is only for those so near

And when we grab the night we thrust

Only we love to those we trust.

The Book is Being Written

How we observe and how we reflect.

The Dreary Faceless

The observations and reflections of a traveller in a foreign land.

The Model House

The facades of a perfect home.

The Woman Who

This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.

IdEgo

Dreams, desires, id and ego.