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I once saw an emerald elephant, but it turned to be untrue. It was really a silly sycophant who made me go “Achoo!”. It sat kiss..

Every day I run, I sprint, and jog to get away, far from this heart. With swollen ankles I try to part; I’m still sitting in the fog. ..

When I'm eighteen I'll pretend I'm a queen. I'll run and dance throwing a muck. I'll bury the nightmare and not stand in despair as I'll never st..

With each living day a never ending feud persists as crimson slices though sunlight yellow ending in the royal blue of night. Lighting strikes as ..

1:00 AM and I’m still here, sleep will never come I fear. So much drudging to be done, but I’m having so much fun. I wonder wha..

Time and time again I must sit rearranging thoughts in the mayhem that is my wretched mind. Laughing insanely while crying tears I stand confu..

With my pen I make love to virgin papers Spilling blood with spots while forming letters into words with grace. Endless nights I spend in lov..

When I push my glasses up to my face and take my pen into my skinny hand, do the words I write mean anything? Do the words I write mean anything ..

Words run wild before me; I am their tamer as my pen is my whip of forbidden power. With this pen I train these words to bend at my will whi..

A little girl sits with wide eyes staring at a luminous angel’s face. Sweet songs sing high in the skies as his smile her eyes do trace. ..