These are the remnants of a wall that has stood...
The cobblestones are etched with blood and...
Goodbye Autumn
I will miss your falling leaves...
If the waives could listen to its own sound,
Would it, do you think, feel mad...
You won't know how things come and go
There might not be tomorrow...
Life is a prison,
Oh God let me out...
Truth exists in the space of our minds
Relative to what the other could think...
It was the morning after, those
sprouting dandelions poked their...
I write this poem free from my heart..
For my beautiful baby girl...
Whats the point of having a brain
if you stil act stupid...
When you have an idea of what you want to...
There are things that even time
cannot mend; seasons, that cannot be...
Time flies by like birds,
fleeing the winter, except...