Sky of Blue Memories
laying on a bed of lush moss green...
Each year
is a new beginning...
Open your heart
let the poor in...
I wanted to speak of my panic
Maybe to it...
It's not in the days that pass us by
Oft too quickly for us to see...
I am lost at sea, with no one by my side.
I am keeping my feet from the water for fear I'll...
The eyes are full of needles
And minds are carried off in boxes...
The day that my mom told me she couldn't hold me...
My brother is a hidden poet and I am jealous of...
Longing...
Day by day I grow
but tears ceases not to flow...
The night came with so many terrifying epiphanies
that by morning i was left brain dead...
My mind is a fortress
of un lived realities...