Poems from CroixBoston

Think.   Not about you Not about me Not about "them"   Think.   Not about what could be Not about what will be Not about what was   Think...
The beauty that persists Individuality among the mass Her brow is focused Perched upon it, an Owl, soaring through the words Into the...
The echo will be heard, Only from ear to ear Than to the moon, but never back.   Can you hear me? No. Can you hear me now? No.   Why are...
Troubled by the infinite A glass box, invulnerable Transparent in nature, Like a first kiss.   Lifeless, corrupted Fear bleeds from the...