Poems from Synocide
And for a moment I believed,
everything would be okay.
I find myself missing you,
each and every day.
And "you" is not a matter of...
Subjugated to emotional heights,
My frail pre-teen mind succumbed to the sweet,
underlying comfort a typewriter provides.
I could throw my...
A man in white walked across my mind.
I still see your silhouette sitting on the rail road tracks.
Imagine the smoke trailing from his lips...
And so we watch the world turn once more,
unable to understand our individual significance.
In light of everything we've lost,
or with...
Winter comes.
The wind howls and the ravens stick around.
Perhaps for one more day,
To scrounge around.
They search forevermore,
or perhaps...