For one to really know joy,
One must first have known sorrow...
Unruly hearts are fighters,
never to be tamed at the...
Loving is part and parcel,
illuminating a heart...
I found an empty room
At the end of a hallway...
First deep breath
the weed cleansing my lung...
I had nothing upon the day
of birth, rising from a hinted...
a stark reminder that reflections, are not always...
delusion a comforter of note...
"Pineapple Island"
Pineapple Island...
A family rich though income is poor
And you would then wonder how this could be...
Change- in combat with morals,
not always designed to win...
Only the brave walk upon salvation,
after inept whispers from beneath the stairs...
A whispering kiss
lands inside my gloomy heart...