What if a new angel appeared in Heaven
every time we shed a tear...

He looks down on me from Heaven
His countenance graced with knowledge...

What is pride?
Can we pick it up...

Once I had imagined
that I was on that Hill...

Free verse is a rhythm
It ebbs and it flows...

Designer clothing is your style
your obsession...

Suffering cannot abide in us
It cannot stay forever...

8 is a curious number
It tries to fool you with its small appearance...

If (insert bad thing here) were a shadow
Then God would be the light...