If I could delve into my past and change the way I...
I would have smiled more...
A hearse rolls by on this darkest of days,
Its slow wheels barely disturb the puddles as I...
Tears turn to Fire.
Grief to Power...
A Ballad In Late November
Black, grey, and white...
I write by the light of the moon
where I find the most comfort...
One day those broken skies
Dripped raindrops from their eyes...
Have you noticed the green of the grass?
How it suffers through the seasons...
I watch you from a distance
sipping reddish juice...
That's the appealing thing about speech
It's a billboard of open space...
One must remain hopeful
In a world full of greed...
In a rush to meet the goodmorningsun
A lonely songbird tapped me on the ear...
Life is but a stopping place, A pause in what's to...
A resting place along the road to sweet eternity...