It’s a cold, wet night so I take a shortcut home, I kind of get a fright because I am all alone. With a lump in my throatI sing…
Every Day
every day is a new hardship to face I can’t conquer them all so I could throw in the ball and give thanks to…
Stars
Stars seem odd to aspire to be. They are beautiful and they shine, yet they burn out and die, as we do. They are so…
Orange Overalls
I keep them safe inside me mind, locked up very tight. They hum and haw incessantly. Restlessly. But I – I say nothing. The walls,…
Clichés
I worked so hard to create an us that I lost myself in the process. I know it’s a cliché, but that doesn’t make it…
Gold
Boldly, brightly, emerges the golden sun; looking down on jade fields and preparing for fun. Upon mountain lakes it gives a glistening glaze, as it…
Tarmac Towns
The walls of home won’t let me stay, the children of men will come out to play; but there’s nowhere to run and nowhere to…
The Pennyfeather Lane
The Pennyfeather lane is dark, cold and weary. Not a soul in sight at this time of night. All I can hear is my own…
Impression
A disaster struck on a journey; which seemed to be the journey of my life. It kept me awake more than anything, such an experience;…