Bumper to bumper in every lane,
A shortcut - you say - around the inane.
Past the fancy restaurants and the Strolls in the park, past parties, drinking And kissing in the dark. An open roof
On a cold ...
You want to say you have control over me?
There must be something wrong inside your circuitry
We didn’t get to write our own history
Written by those holding the sword of masculinity
Little do they kn...
These acorns know no place, nor do these crinkled leaves. For they
Have been released, birthed away by the trees.
The night, dark and dismal, extends far past its due.
For the sun no longer comes, lea...
The memory of us sets me aflame.
A burning moves throughout my veins,
As I long for the day I can be free of these chains.
I think of how I lost you and I wonder who’s to blame.
Was it me that drove y...
You didn’t get the hint,
Or maybe you did.
That this is not what I want,
For you are not him.
Did you hear my pleas over your insatiable hunger?
Like a ravenous beast.
You tore into my flesh,
What is the point of Language? If not to carry simple message?
Swap words for numbers, instantly you'd see some structure.
Make them music notes, then ask Beethoven for a quote.
Would the shape of one...
Steel pours like sheets of some white-hot splendor.
Copper mines run deep into the Earth to
Extract the metal to only render The infrastructure where it is all due.
Trains run with the efficiency of g...
Sweetie, you’re a volume of stories in a world only learning the alphabet
Your shining soul wanders through people’s thoughts like a rainbow after a storm,
But you must remember your spark, never forg...
We poured out of the doors with our green apples like marbles, And the sun’s rays welcomed us to the playground. I bit a chunk out of my apple and left it on the wooden table. There was something more...
A painting tells a story.
Behind each gentle stroke and soothing transition of colour is about 101,000 words.
Underneath each coat of paint is a canvas.
A beautifully mended, carefully constructed beh...
Medieval methods of torture have since been illegalized, yet I find myself laid to rest in this crevice.
The deepest parts of me that you use to commend me for keeping so hidden are now singed onto th...
Someday I'll be an old senile dementia patient In a low budget nursing home Because I spent all my money on living and now have non left to die.
And one of my grandkids or my children
Or whoever owns ...
Work day in day out
Paying for a home you’ll never own.
Little hands hold your mother
As she leaves this world, to the next.
You’re so beautiful, ninã
Little hands try to make ends meet
Carbon fiber and rubber are phantoms.
This group is like an individual,
Where mind and body must learn to fathom.
There is no room for gas tanks or fuel.
Bone, muscle, and brains must power this thing...
I had no purpose, life had no meaning. I wanted to end this life I’d been leading. Oh God, that perception…
I’ve learned you don’t quite know what someone’s going through, until you really listen. And...
Yes You have the right to be yourself But why not be great?
Why not be pure? Why not make yourself happy?
After all, you are living for yourself No one else Is held accountable for your actions Life i...
As the sun rises my heart beats extremely fast for it is another day I am unable to get out of the house. As the sun rising up my mind gets darker as the mid night sky with no stars. As the sun bright...