They have been following me for some time now,
and by 'they' I mean them of course...

Inside this shell
I shake, I stir...

In the shadow it stood perched on a wall,
atop the barren courtyard...

They say that a life barren of that which makes us...
(of experience of course I speak), is one not...

If these words do but one thing,
let them leap from the page...

A mother is a miracle
of the best and greatest kind...

When you left
angels wept...

He handed out the poetry assignment and against my...
I read across the top the page "These are the...

The torn picture stared up at me, smiling.
In the bathroom I threw some water on my face...

As we walked over to the bar
I could feel everyone's eyes following us...

I look to the trees,
begging them...

A blind man sat with not a care
upon a beaten broken chair...