Screeching tires that nobody hears,
a magnificant scream, holding dead weight, getting...

Smooth, orange, round safari sun,
creeing up behind the trees...

Twisting hands
because I have a twisted brain...

It greets me each morning
It's the last thing I see before crawling into bed...

Stillness and blackness.
The evening has developed into night...

Ya wanna play a game?
You're so sly...

Happiness confined between soft etched lines
and where do they go...

All things must move,
and all things must end...

Confined in my own spaces
hands pushing the cement walls...

Love is...
beautiful...

Sitting stiffly,
staring into blank space...

I ask myself,
"What do you feel?&quot...