I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife
I’ll start by wishing on a star blazing brightly from afar, or, pitch a penny in a well and swear my reflection never to tell. Or, cross my heart and hope to die
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
I was a child when I had you, it’… too young to be a mother or a frie… I don’t know how to communicate wi… You’ll never understand what I we… To an unwed mother’s home, they di…
Lemon the hands that held the youn… a thorny stock with brittle roots–… grew angry flowers to howl at the… dare thunderstorms with Petaled F… dainty in their Ferocity. Defiant
—The Silver Passenger Train— One long picture window of small heads passing parked cars racing by red warning lights and
I put this thing around my body years ago to keep me warm, To help protect me from the bad and those who’d do me harm - See, I learned this lesson long a…
Today, we officially became A communist country, our Constitution ripped of its frame as we watched on our TV’s —The government we trust?
Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
A man of no season, a man without reason WHO stumbles and bumbles and droo… This man past his hour has left others in power
The people we elect won’t obey the… the people they appoint don’t eith… by design our demise is assigned through another country’s policy, corrosive, corrupting -
Oh, to be in love is very wonderous whether it’s the first time or the hundredth!
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
I’m 16 years behind you I see your quickening decline —soon to be mine— Through the years I’ve denied this truth, that
