The Bulldog's Bark

You are slipping Dripping and dampening my fingers You say I am putting you through the wringer But I have not rung the soaking towel...

The older siblings got their childhoods But where did our’s go? Being forced to mature No accomplishments were new We weren’t ready to...

I shouldn't have taken you for granted. I didn't understand it. I was never honest with you. I never really liked you. But we liked the...

In the garden of whispered fears, blooms a flower watered by tears, A bud of beauty, pure and bright, nurtured by sorrow's quiet night....

It runs deep in our blood Like every grain of sand far below the ocean Like all memories our mind buries Like all the deep-seated...

Put my vulnerability into words Delicate and deliberate. I thought that I matured. But I still obliterate. I like to be my harshest...

Sunlight collapses upon the floorboards of ash and echo held together by footprints from the morning after a harvest moon spiraling...

fall. crumble. dissipate into Nothing until remains… dissolve, let your soul leak through the Cracks …but how to fill the gaps? from...

Moss creeps up the tree bark, Petals flutter to the ground Seeds break out of their shells beneath soil Lush plants sprout in their wake...