Everyone has a story,
Like a perfect murder...

Your face ripples throughout the
days and caressed by the...

splat! the bug hit my
window, oh snap I wish my...

I am the crab.
Emotional and loving...

My eyes drift my mind heavy with thought.
My hands gather around my eyes...

Out on the roof he sat in the cold on that dark...
He was freezing from the water that he fell in...

It is the mindless confusion
with the fury like a beast...

Anger and violent
abused and sheltered...

I happend to look up
and there she was...

a poem began with a thought to a dream
where the paper met the pen...

Deception speaks a whisper to me
and blows my hair abound...

Let me tell you about my grandmother.
June 6, was the day she was brought into...