Battered Old Blank Pages

Battered old blank pagesWaiting to be smeared by inkDisheveled by passing timeOften fraught with more than we thinkCrisp white canvas no longerAbsorbing life as a passerbySo pause before you typeA silent witness to these lies

Low Evenings Persistently Intrude

Low evenings persistently intrude Fancy parties & sensitive souls Facades draped in lush decor Strong mixed spirits don’t leave you full Trashy nights with unseen acquaintances Low cut blouses & nylon dreams in heels Witnessing dancers locked in solitude Push away the day We don’t need another slow reveal

Please Don’t Question My Reality

Please don’t question my reality You’re pandering to a common goal I’m eradicating acute boredom Freeing another fractured soul Redefining fantasy on a personal level The subtle witness under the veil Finding happiness outside expectation Wishing our dreams weren’t so frail