I am sorry it came to this
your child i thought was bliss...
I look at the world and hear the death and the...
Is this worth living...
We often wonder and question,
the meaning of life...
Childhood, like the white lacy foam riding on...
Gleefully surge on to the shore carrying exciting...
As I gaze into a pool of water to reflect upon the...
Vanilla courage
leaves empty memories...
Tell me mother
How not to forget...
I've searched in veins
for the holy grail...
After seven years, I'm still trying
to catch my dreams with binary...
The Bird Cage
When will you learn...
When the wells run dry
And you seem not to try...
As children often do,
I too, begged and pleaded...