It is the only lamb whose scorn
No lips would taste, no eyes would mourn...

Forbearance was the name they gave you
when they reached to the sky seeking audacity...

He has his back against a wall, reaching
in all peculiarity for something to 'do with his...

(Sounds much better out loud,
first two lines written in required format...

She never quite understood those quick moments
that fell with the sun in its trembling hours...

He stands alone and speaks of light,
memories and the boy who cried murder...

But what can we do as jurors, assailants, or mere...

It began as simply as nature v. nurture, the...
the Fly and the sylvan. One world as distant as...

They carried the sky
on shoulders a bit too unearthly...

Dare, Dandelion, dare
Don't dare...

Burning butterflies break bourbon bottles,
bearing black bruises...

Sorrow goes hand in hand with regret
crashing through the hallways...