Author Archives: guavatart

Writing the Bones I wonder if I’m brave enough to travel into dark spaces.

Confusion and gun powder no one escapes the promise of fear.

Knocking at my door to answer would not be wise the spectre rears its ugly head fishing for a victim not this time. Not me my road leads elsewhere

Dreams shuffle through  An unending series  of poorly taken photos Stop haunting me spirit You spent far less time with me In life

Awakened so late I fail in everything  I had started 

Hearing the ring in hopeful waiting the call once again goes to voicemail.

As the old year leaves me bereft my candle of small hopes burns just a bit brighter