A padded path and a padded cell.
Are our children on the way to hell...
You are my mother that's what I know
But I thought you were here to watch me grow...
When we take the best from a tragic situation
we can often have a sense of reconciliation...
He sees the way their eyes
flick towards him, before quickly...
The spring fever died reluctantly
Drowned by the New York rain as the city spat out...
The world outside is inaccessible to her-
index cards plastered onto skin with...
But a stone's throw from home
Withers the shell of an elderly man...
She didn't bother
with clutching a sign...
So confused by hatred preaching hatred, why
can we not love our brothers and sisters with...
It's painful when they are gone, a poem
As I sat in my garage along came our friend Tom...
Yes, I was bullied!
The things they said...
I loved a boy once
He broke my heart...