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Crushing sadness, discontent, Angst and disillusionment Happiness was shortly lent But to what extent? Soul-searching, introspection There&rs..

Moving on is not so different Than standing in one place. The world moves around me And if I am absolutely still, It all escapes me. How is t..

In truth, I do discriminate; Love, it is unfair Most, I do not love at all My loved ones, they are rare I love so deep it can’t be shown..

He comes in slamming doors, Yelling, griping, hating me I don’t know why Or what I did And do I yell at him, berate him? No, instead I ..

So many mixed emotions Bubbling underneath Uninterrupted notions Monsters gnash their teeth I feel like crying deep inside But tears no probl..

On the fourth of July, the season of the witch Walked a little boy through the town of Baton Rouge His mouth tasted awkward tastes and his lips di..

One eye open, glaring Click! The world stands still Turn the dial to see more clearly Even in the dark Lift my lid to blind your eyes With th..

Once upon a time, in the early 20th century, there was this boat. It was a really big boat. It was what I like to call overcrowded. So I wasn’..

Driving never was Exactly pleasant Although I must say That it seemed to Have its benefits Before I met You, that is Perhaps if we had L..

I close my eyes to rest, Hoping for some escape, Some relief for my body, Sanctuary for the soul Little stomping feet, Doors opening wide. C..