Poems from Carajarv
I have fire in the tips of my fingers, everything I touch I can't help but burn but you never learn unless you set fire to something....
People do not seem to understand
That there is a difference between Lonely and Alone
Lonely is striving for people,
To fill this empty...
The Altar is not far
Around the corner from
A Bedroom. Hers to be precise.
She goes
Resolve building like a wall
And as she kneeled...
A silence whistles through the trees
Sorrow soaking between the cracks
A dying word floats on the breeze
A man says "help me if you...
Circled in White, in a snowstorm
How does one escape a World so lacking in hue?
When Men in Suits come and use
Magical brushes to cover...