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The Sun does not rise,rather it sits upon the evermore, on the eve of tomorrow,which is today.A perilous shadow of yestereve, though, clear as the cle..
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On some days, I wonder.Shall I everbe remembered?Maybe not today,nor tomorrow.Perhaps never,as I wallow in sorrow.As an artist, I cry, cry,for one las..
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She’d shown us the way,and all we had donewas laugh in her face,mocking the strangenessof this magnificent place,that she’d once called ho..
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I ponder many thoughts,at six o’clock.It is when I hear the sound of a tick-tock.Each moment, each beat,the hum drum ba-dumof a sound, ever so s..
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Words can no longer express the passion, the emotion,that I feel... each and every day.The stories I write,with broken hands; ideas that do not exist,..
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It is on days like these,that I am freer than a bluejay,who soars ever so high;to and fro, up and above,and yet, always gliding back downto rest its w..
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I will write. A thousand words,for every time you say hello.A thousand words, for every time you say goodbye. A thousand words, for every time you say..
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You Will Be MissedImagine if this world, as vast as it is,swam guinea pigs in the sea,a sea of memories. How happy he would be.Imagine if my friend wa..
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My friends are all dead. And so am I.They’re allinside my head,my twisted mind....And so am I.I don’t see myselfalive, or dead, oranything..
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I have slammed shut the door to my shattered heart,and locked myself awaywithin a bleak room,full of damaged art.I sit alone, crying.Flooding the room..
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