They’ve no master, not these stars
Not “mine”, not “yours”, they’re simply “ours”
Casting wishes, we, to they
For sparkles that turn dark to day … More Spelled in Skies of Sparkling Stars
Over time, I began to realize more and more how strange I probably came off to people by doing stuff like this. It would make the other person think I’m subtly acknowledging an imperfection or something. Messed up hair, wrinkled shirt, whatever. Which wasn’t at all what I was doing, but it probably appeared that way nonetheless. … More Living With OCD: The Subtle Ways it Can Govern Your Life
A bomb drops on a sleeping town And though It may not make a sound The death It brings makes mince of things And turns what’s forward, straight around A mother cries, and hides her son She does Not know where she can run The sirens Blare, as do the guns This will become a … More This Sleeping Town
It matters not, if you agree Or if, instead, you disagree How I view you, and you view me Matters, incidentally We will not change the minds of men Nor woman, child, or their kin Unless we try to get along Where right is right, and wrong is wrong Division is no way to build … More Simplicity
They say that starts all have an end But fret not, love, we’ll meet again I’ve found you in each every life All I need do is search for light We’ve lived these lives, both rich and poor We’ve persevered through every door Each time is different, but when it’s done Our souls have joined … More Our Neverending Story
Hello pretty Pip! I think its time I wrote a pweem So although my friends all know ‘twas coming This won’t be as it seems Never mind, okay I lied That’s exactly what this is It’s just a pweem, with glamour, gleam Were she a drink, she’s fizz Welcome to the world, my girl … More Hello, Pip!
Always there, no matter what Happy, joyful, till the end There are no words to say how much I miss you Baxter, my best friend Side by side since just a pup When I was down, you brought me up I never would have gotten through The things I did, if not for you Others … More My Best Friend
Life is short, but long it is How does one make a play of this? There is no answer, dearest dancer All we can do is learn the step Do your best, study hard Its all a game, so learn the cards All within is saint or sin And no one knows where either’s kept … More Now Today
Happy birthday, Mom Six years have passed, I know I can’t lie it still feels like You were just with me, though You’re missed more than anything In thoughts each, every day And yes it’s true that not for you I’d have no words to say Everything I’m doing Every word I write Is fueled … More Happy Birthday, Mom
Some may not like this Though it’s true So blame, don’t cast on me It is something Needed saying Please listen, carefully Many things of late Are awful This, we all agree Yet we must realize That these things Are isolated, see All throughout the world There’s lived The prejudiced, sadly Though that does not … More America the Beautiful
How the World Should Work 