Nights Lived To Regret.

Been running 'round circles...

Tired of Falling Asleep.

Have I mentioned I'm tired?

To Let Go, Move On.

So many of us hold things back until it is too late.

Desecrate.

I guess 'happy reading' is an odd thing to say about this poem.

Sijo Saturday.

Bite-sized poetry.

No Balance.

Writing it all down in a poem is the closest I can get to coping with it.

I Know It’s Time To Leave.

That's just how life is.

Choices.

Plain old pettiness in poetry!

The Poets.

I am beginning to understand what this is all about.

Sijo Saturday!

This is something self-indulgent, more than anything.

I Have Regrets.

Poetry... it has been a while.

Sijo Saturday.

Slowing down for the weekend.

Emptiness. Forever.

Just to feel something.

Sijo Saturday.

I am back to actually writing things.

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This is all I have to offer today.

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