Such a nuisance; is this damn
writers block, like a race against...
My final card
I laydown...
You told me she died peacefully -
With her lips slightly stretched...
I have seen him barefoot with a stick in his...
drawing enigmas on the ground...
Within Us All
Preying upon bleeding tears...
Pedagogues write the words
for the course...
I long for something with passion,
Dripping out the seams...
Seasons come seasons go
trees are continuously turning gold...
There is a reason we need roots
connecting us to each other...
I have the power to fix people
And if I can, I should...
The clock does not know
it will continue ticking...
Can you hear that whining sound up there;
A constant sound I've taught myself to bear...