Narrative

Purpose
Lord use me I am yours
Lord take my body and use me to open new doors
Allow me...

Manicured epiphanies surveilant to proxy's similitude,

Aim swarm contortion rhesus monkey keystone...

Squinting as we enter the world,
we’ve only basic needs in mind,
with regard to what lies...

Fading memories of painted joys
hearts played out like children's toys
Pain regarded as...

Do you remember how you placed your hand on mine?

How I made every line rhyme?

And now I'm...

These girls are desperate for love they don't care if it's fake.
They want somebody who would...

Odyssey this life had been.

Full of rejections, negligence , and triumph

None of the phases...

Some that have
And those that don't
Both live upon this earth

But, it's what they do...

A blazing flame eventually dies and ends in ashes,
memories fade and become a part of what our past...

Maybe if you pressed your face against the quartered panes glass you would see it as it was
Instead...

Something burns the soul through everlasting

changes in my thinking I do not know, is time really...

Collectively lost when collecting my thoughts

this inevitably cost enough to have significance...

We often act like we don't care
Or about what other people think
But the truth does drown us...

I stare into the mirror
To see what I can see
The image draws me nearer
I know not, if...

Response inspired by Sparrowsong’s Question,

What did Obama do that was so great?

In...

People cry different ways.
Some draw with the pencil they sway.
Others listen to music....

I wonder is anyone sees,

the fake smile and happy me.

Who can see past the mask,

...