We've come from different places,
We've come in different sizes...
10 Years ago,
America was attacked...
The cold of winter surely awaits
outside, wind and snow etch...
A Boy Called Baby Squirrel
I watched from the corner of my eye...
Elevating, intriguing thoughts, pass without a...
Lying, breathing gently, still upon the ground...
Roses without thorns
Summer without winter...
Even in your darkest moments,
there always is a light...
Approaching ornate gates of iron
that lay open as ominous arms...
You once told me that my heart
will, in time, ripen and redden, too...
I rummage through my closet
find a story, it opens at last...
Dream as if you can fly, and deceive all,
Let the night fall into comfort and more...
I see them broken, filthy, com to rest in squalor
As I continue to struggle by they disrespect and...