In all of us is a hero Who helps the poor and ill Invisible as a beetle Who moves as time stand still He lives in a kingdom of hearts
I felt it that day And not hard to say I could never see But felt right away I felt it a bit
I lie on my bed A pen in my hand My brain does not stand I cant use my hand I don’t understand
Question told me as she spoke Answer now for Question’s sake She knew that she would provoke Messy questions Question made Question rode her Answer horse
Call what you see, if you please. Loser, creep, weirdo... At least say it to me. To me. Me and not them,
How am I supposed to know? What I am supposed to show? What am I supposed to say? When I do not run away? How do I react when I
I’m having a feeling But don’t understand I look at the ceiling And I cannot stand She used to be torture
I write to you for I am alone And you are my last resort My time I wrote on a stone Of the moldy and broken sort I lost the hammer I used
Dearly Beloved, The sand is not hot, The water, not wet. A beach, it is not. The battles lie fought
There once was a man Who played sweet as honey And when he played songs He played for no money He had won it all
As I make my way to the metal Where the flames burn my desires, I drop my newly found petal, For it keeps me warm. I do walk my way to my sack,
Am I blind or deaf? Am I seeing right? A so beauty sight A sound like a breath And eyes oh so bright?
In spite of all who have asked I tell them all the answer they se… In the answer they take a peek, As if in an insect flask. Inside the written words away
Ember man I met once Ashes in and not gray Has survived sixteen suns Does at night through the day Of his cart fit the four
Walk the steps that near the cente… Feet away from where we enter. Embraced by my dear defender A ghost of me still lingers there. Blades of grass, small turtles sna…