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Standing at the kitchen wall, You stand staring at me. Waiting for you to start to walk, Along the wall with me. We'll walk a little farther, As ..

It wasn't easy for me to open up again. To unlock the locks that bar by heart. But I felt like we could be amazing friends. That we'd be eternal, t..

I entered this tunnel so vast and deep, An innocent child, my own life to keep. Wanting to see a life of light, But blinded by the world's hateful ..

I sat in the car one chilly November day, And looked up towards the sky. Across the horizon dark clouds played, Keeping the sun on the other side. ..

Black and blue surrounds your face, Your arms, your legs and every place. Bruises - like paint on your skin, Covered over, your tears held in. I w..

An oyster guards its pearl so prized, Sleeping, shining, deep inside. Hidden by water so high, Untouched by us, floating by. Water falls deep in..

Someone once asked me why I write about things so tragic. About people's lives flashing by, And being unfurrled like magic. About children dying, ..

I wrote this for my grandparents final anniversary. A few weeks later, my grandfather died of cancer.

I feel as if the words will burst from me, If I don't tell you this, you see. Standing by you, close as two people could be, But having to wait an ..

A glance upward on a clear, blue night. Brought to me an incredible sight. Simple words cannot express, The way I felt myself regress, Into this l..