I put this thing around my body years ago to keep me warm, To help protect me from the bad and those who’d do me harm - See, I learned this lesson long a…
I’ll start by wishing on a star blazing brightly from afar, or, pitch a penny in a well and swear my reflection never to tell. Or, cross my heart and hope to die
Bianca, Bianca, Bianca! That wre… steals the hearth from every room… but cold and ash - I will be intolerable. If I am to… I will make sure Bianca does not…
The weak will gravitate to the lou… they will be the most dangerous of groupings, and the largest. The intellectuals will try to comb… their forces –Everyone is right
I knew it the minute I opened the… A sparkly blue helmet, I put it r… Like exclamations from its edges,… Framed a grin brighter than the tr… I opened every gift with exuberanc…
Tears wept swept the nation Flooding sorrow at the loss, the Queen is gone, all Hail the King, in station - The end; the making of the last.
We are but wretched little things small-minded in our finer’ies, selfish in our mine’eries Just wretched little things with our eyes shut tight
Life, what a beautiful thing we’re given– we’re living, but where do we go when the giving becomes taking the last breaths, shaking.
The Rainbow. Round or half-round, half in the ground? Does the same light above light the way down below?
This story is a true one, a tragedy of sorts about the love a girl has for a sh… one that would never come to port. Every day she stood upon his shore…
I see them up before me gently twinkling through the trees The forest’s wet with winter and the snow’s up to my knees - I stand here, not cold
A River only runs one way from beginning to end is always the same the direction never changes from start to finish into
o. k., we’re gonna try it A different way this time– Do what you say For real; Not just for play - Put my soul under your knife
I sat down under a lonely tree to contemplate the lov-e-ly way it swayed, so laz-i-ly, in the sunny, summer sun. And as I sat, I wondered how
I see the words forming then breaking– remaking sentences that once made sense now nonsense, wispy tendrilled clouds
