Carpe Diem, Carpe Noctem

The field is green
I am the shade
I do not sleep
But dance always with the wind.

I am a beautiful way to drown,… (Read more🌟)

Sonnet 1 – Hell absolute, Still We Stand

Poisoned is the blackened tip of my soul Present a gaping hole, alone, alone So turbulent these waves of thought – the toll! Violent waves crush, and in them, I’m thrown. Is it a man’s fate, to crush under his weight? To weep – terrified of his tomorrow? To chase happiness with ignorance great? Seeking…