Hand inside the honey jar
Face deep in the dirt...
When my heart
Lay here broken...
Wide Awake Road
Tentative silhouettes...
Lifes Gift
As I sit here and listen in silent reverie...
Veins are inkpots,
writers do not write, they bleed across the...
I'm writing for all of the people who never got to...
I'm writing for all of the humans who died in a...
Of the kinds of justice there may be two
The vigilantes avoid the process due...
No place I love more
But the place in my mind...
Life was flying by, and I,
I was just hanging on...
In life I've learned that there are numerous...
Opinions heard in many voices...
Angels among Us
There are things in life...
What if I was to tell you my deepest secrets?
What if I revealed to you even a half of it...