You can still travel
Moving forwards in reverse...
The climb might feel hard
Until you realize the...
Ill always try
No matter if I die...
Feelings are for pathetic fools
They get you nothing...
The English language to me
Is something deadly and scary...
Rusty eyes sing lullabys
Of untold horrors...
Here I am,
Present and gone...
I know I keep putting this ink of mine away,
but each new disaster keeps me coming back for...
Peace can be achieved
Only when BOTH combatants...
Tucked beyond the back,
Unacknowledged and forgot...
Why can’t I be a princess?
Said the youngster to his mum...
I see the funny side in everything
And sometimes I feel ashamed...