Poems from introspectivebeat

I didn’t use to cry on Halloween.   After all, it’s my favorite time of year. This year I’ll spend it alone for the first time. I don’t...
it feels so easy to let the world slip away.   old friends pass like water through shriveled fingertips on aching, time-shorn hands. the...
that night felt like a memory.  one locked in the deepest corners of a mind left to years of dust and deep-seated heartache.   it was a...
her eyes, blue diamonds lost in the rubble of time trace my every move. familiar, they seem. ancient relics of someone beyond my grasp,...