Photo Credits - Google Can I sit with you when you hurt, Shoulder to shoulder on the sandy shore, Fingers intertwined with yours, Drinking in the weighty silence, While we watch the lazy river slowly float past, On it's winding voyage to the sea?   Can I be your support when you despair, A quiet rock for your unsure back, And the attentive ear that stays cocked, Tuned in spite of life's noise, Listening as you breathe your pain free, At More...

Photo Credits - Google If walls could talk, They'd tell tales of my terror Each time you entered my room, They'd remember the taste of my revulsion, Every time you parted my legs, And violated without remorse, The virtue of my secret spot. If walls could squeal, They'd shout to the world of my secret, Cut by my own hands and how I’d bleed, Because I thought l was sick, Sick with dread and concurrent longing, For the repetition of your visits, And believing only death could More...

Photo credit - Google Of strange paths and seeking travelers, Itchy feet in thick-soled sandals, Uncertainties abound, Maybe losses waiting to be found, But the journey calls and we eagerly answer, Because no one ever discovered treasure, Stuck at home on his father’s sofa.   More...

Photo credits - Google How was it before we had the privilege of carelessly opening our mouths on social media, letting our fingers run riot on the keyboard without our brains filtering our thoughts first? How did we get through those dark days of proper behavior, before it became fashionable to get online and expose our lack of home training/idiocy/ignorance to the world under the guise of emancipation? Who can help me describe life before our new found 'wokeness' and 'tear eye' (powered More...