The suffering Suffering In the tears of an angel Born in the fields Near...
Not me, no, not I For I am good Ask me why
A caring person I am And good deeds...
Golden sunsets, Coming... sooner every day, Always alone, wishing my life away,
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Silence is the creator of man's wildest dreams yet dreams seem empty And without you voicing...
Who are you, sir, who haunts me so; do I know you at all? Your face is so familiar, friend, I simply...
It’s in space Dust & ultimately the Rust That we The floaters...
You bring the cupcakes, i will bake some pies, It's for a worthy cause, It's like God...
Behold a new sprouts gleam To hold onto thy precious memory holds Living among the deathly...
Sometimes, the train of our thoughts seems to be on its own railway, except there's no timetable and no one...
I write because my voice will never save me. I write because I have heard way too many "stay quiet"...
The dead Returning To the ground The ground Walking head down Slipping...
One minute Blood pumping Next minute Not One minute A bloody good...
Could she believe me when i say here i am on a bigger note gliding riding
The Flute...
“Come on in, bring all your friends,” the Devil chided me. “Forget your sin, you're gonna'...
The mug stains leapfrog a linoleum asphalt countertop, sunbathing in the breakfast nook. A magazine...
The site awaits, now forlorn, dust bleaching the ragged rocks towering over the flat terrain...
