Narrative

~~Happy Place

Hiding in my happy place
Where all my hopes are real
Don’t belong to...

Pinocchio was a puppet made from a simple piece of firewood. The wood talked and so he was carved into a...

My thoughts are collected between pen and page,
allowing some release from it's mortal cage,
...

Looking in the mirror on the wall trying to figure out who's looking back at me. Down through the years I'...

As I was coming home last night

I was stopped

by flashing red lights.

My heart...

I am telling my story,

from a place that is foreign

to me.

It is dark and lonely...

Crying is such a huge healing process.
The tears I shed hold so many emotions,
but relieves...

Two different boy's born two separate days
Yes two different boy's in their own ways
Came...

There I was a young boy of ten
Very much alive standing in heaven
High up in the mountains,...

I've been through this for years
I cried so many tears
I remember the first time I got in a...

What will I miss

I am not here

My highs and lows

I am not here

My childrens...

In the fields of France

We took a glance

waiting for the German horde

passing the...

I wondered the streets as a kid,

can’t remember half the places I went.

A drunken mother...

Flash!

A clap of penetrating sound!

Spider rods of blinding light assemble.

Gone in...

Untea unsweetened or sweeten
I'll take you untea sweet or unsweetened
i love to have you near...

As darkness fades away light;
I pray for forgiveness.
As the stars in the sky
begin to...

The eat rice mostly, this hungry and unshaved

Breakfast at a table is an island of fantasy

...