Spotted Moods

Staring at the mirror and the reflection, Seeing everything that is unmentioned. Why the need to scan and observe- to judge? To...

Like the roses, My cheeks grow from a deep red, To faded coasts. Speckled throughout, As a pedal falls and the bunch pouts. Yet, always...

The language we speak, Is anything but fire. No amber, no light. It is a language of retire. Words used to ignite, The flames settle into...

After I found out everything. After I told you all I knew. I told you to sleep in the basement. That is what we did when we fought- one...

Laying in bed, thinking about you and all of the colours we use to go through. The blues, the greens the in betweens. Sun comes and goes,...

Sometimes you feel it tucking on your feet As you lay in bed, & on the edge it takes a seat. It knocks on your door, but lives in your...