The “gothic” girl you sit next to in math
Has old scars running up and down her left arm...
The paradox of life
is sometimes you need...
Laid here is so strange
A place without a door...
In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt...
This world is full of anger and hate
Our country is returning to an earlier date...
More valuable life
With more ways to measure...
Wise words
Bedim the cruelty...
Wise words
On naive ears...
Your small sharp intake of breath
The rapid beating of your heart...
I used to call Australia my tangerine dream:
an island I wanted to peel apart...
Christmas always makes me miss my mom and dad.
Two people who taught us the importance of Jesus...
We are somewhere
between the days before...