[tabby title="Poet Bio"]I am a butterfly burning.My wings are strangely stitched, tattered at the corners and hard to breatheMy weight is of a flying feather fluttering to be painted in landscapes.Burning,Wounded.A butterfly burning in the bloodied heat of a collectors...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] he died to me, some time ago, long after I was free and I still have his chains about my neck, as you can see he never let me know where I could hope to find the...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] Limitless Stings Frowns Dark at heart Saddened us Weakened eyes Shadowed sight Mirrors lie Insides out Outsides still Pupils dilate See no further [restrict]than electronics Blinded love Loving things Inhuman beings Silly schemes Running slow Walking fast...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] She’s constantly praying for a day When she will treat your heavy sketching on her chest As gentle hands attempting to tickle her soul. She’s learning to stop crying to your words. She’s recalling her face. She’s...

[tabby title="Poet Bio"] There is more nothing my own Than the freedom of my heart The pulse that searches The wilderness for the tame There is no wall more confining Till to the cold wide sea I am forced to...