In his hand is a key

he knew my thoughts thirst for liberty

and my core lusts for tender

the he can only remember

he knew my eyes need his lips

to wipe the sadness that rips

but the key was in a box

under the pearl of his old black tux

Black Rose

Winter beauty blooms to black

flakes of ice grows like thorns

kissed by ice yet formed by rock

colors from a simple simple in a black and white photograph.
-Mitch

colors from a simple simple in a black and white photograph.

-Mitch

langleav:

My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

langleav:

My new book Lullabies is now available via Amazon, BN.com The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

Letting go for the things worth holding on.
"I was thinking how amazing it was that the world contained so many lives. Out in these streets people were embroiled in a thousand different matters, money problems, love problems, school problems. People were falling in love, getting married, going to drug rehab, learning how to ice-skate, getting bifocals, studying for exams, trying on clothes, getting their hair-cut and getting born. And in some houses people were getting old and sick and were dying, leaving others to grieve. It was happening all the time, unnoticed, and it was the thing that really mattered — Jeffrey Eugenides"