The world you pretend living
Is like no other,than a black mist...
I'm happy, I smile
These days, I laugh heartily...
The heat of
a white knife...
My classmate across the psychology room
finally spoke up...
Alone and far from the madding crowd
it stood...
Coal dusted face,
hardened eyes...
I remember the day so clearly,
a broken nose and bruised eyelid...
*I know this is very long... got on a roll writing...
"Dear Diary" is how each page began and...
I'm an old soul writer
with a backyard pen...
Laugh now, cry later
and smile always...
John picked things up off the ground.
He'd read flyers, old papers...
When I talk with my father
about guys and their sweet...