You are currently browsing the archives for the Photos category.
Why stop
at the end
of the road
when you
can still
wave?
We look
but see
what we
imagine.
A vision,
upon reflection,
shines.
After the rain
the jewelers blink
away their tears.
Urban scrawl
silently marking
a grave turning away
Even when
darkness falls,
something shines.
The walls insist
on being seen,
the whispers heard.
Pledge allegiance
if you must
surrender.
Rings split,
iron rusts; but
water waves.
On the other side
no one writes
to me anymore.
