Poems from Littledisaster

The word perfection consumes us all, consumes the thoughts of imperections and tries to change them into something perfectly woven...
One simple sentence, makes despair shiver through my bones and tears to emerge. Precisely, four little words accomplish that. knowing...
I suppose that you loved the thought that you had excavated this trench  deep inside, causing dispire, to surge out like a fountain. Then...
She sees her reflection, as a soul waiting too die; filled with an unlimited power to peruade, which changed the snow to ice; the rain to...