"My time has come,"
the Sparrow said...

People take me for granted
They expect so little, and yet so much out of me...

Around and around my head spins
My eyes sealed shut...

Emotions no tongue can portray
Thoughts no ear will hear...

I love to write poems with a bit of symbolism in...
Walking down the Corridor of Deceit...

Love, a poison that kills
Death, a poison that heals...

The Daylight breaks
The burning sun decays...

Inside the broken hearts we live
Throught the windows; we leave...

This is symbolic about life...
See if you can catch it...

READER: This isn't really a Poem. More of ... a...
Yeah. A Bed-time story...

This is not me
This creature that seems so happy...

Walking down the city street
covered in jumbled words...