It comes and goes in waves much like the ocean, the sun and
the moon. It strikes like jolts of
lightning and then disappears, lurkin’ underneath, and dwellin’ in the
clouds. This esoteric feelin’ is...
Train Hopping Poetry
This vessel of emotion is like a sinking ship.
He tries to mend the wound, but the stitches are infinite.
To mask intense sorrow with a hedonistic lifestyle allows the depiction of...