Narrative

Den gnagde på mina nerver igen igår
Så av mig är det är inte mycket kvar
Mest ben och hår...

I believe that good things will happen
Scratch those thoughts into my head
In life, and the...

Just another Friday night in Leicester Square
Where into a pint glass he continues to stare
...

To be or not to be, can we truly see?

an onslaught thought and out of beat rhythm, that’s what it...

THE HANDS OF GRAVITY
CANNOT RESTRAINED THE MIND
OF A DEPRAVED SOUL.

WHEN EVIL...

Who are we but tiny bits of sand in a Desert?

do we truly understand life?

so many...

Her box of special things, tattied with layers of brown tape.
Inside, oddly shaped diamonds. High...

LIFE IS TO LIVE AND ENJOY THEY SAY
BE KIND AND SHOW LOVE EVERY DAY
DANCE AND SING, GO...

CAN ONE CORRECTLY DESCRIBE YOUR SMILE
WITHOUT CAUSING AN EMBARRASSMENT TO ONES SELF
BY THEIR...

All blank canvases start out the same, the beauty is in what the artist decides to create
All...

Purpose is hidden beneath every single imperfection, discover your flaws and you’ll find yourself....

Midnight mania
When I feel the scariest
Becomes someone other than I
That person’s not...

So many corporate fools
we must work around
in our daily trek
toward blissful...

The way she would kiss my scuffed up knee after she bandaged it
See I just learned how to ride a...

DO THE CLOCK ROLL BACKWARDS,
HAS YESTERDAY EVER RETURNED
FROM ITS PERISHABLE HOURS
TO...

Sleepily in drowsy splendor
THis night is adorned
Across the starlit stage
The sounds...

She sat on her recliner chair
In the cool of the evening,
With her eyes fixated on the...