And the others withhold experience from me. So that I sit, and stare,

This little book of rhyme holds captive my heart. No, my mind’s the real upstart. Credit to my heart’s a crime. Desperation took the real blow

I have something to say about deci… if I were to make them all the time, might find a certain sense of resolute truth. The mind wanders to and fro,

I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.

You must be you. Truly. Inner truth, intuition, unrepentan… that sings the songs of days for d… I will hear that greatness, let us… Rising to the world,

Winds like giant breaths spoke life into the dead with a chilling verse. This was a night to reanimate

If there was anything that mattere… I would hold hope that the very thing would be me. Profitably me.

He haunts me every night a ghostly light highlights a darkl… Skin the color of starlight in mem… Dreaded demon of conscious-less em… He is my demented tormentor

In front of the eager class stood the fool who had been hand-picked by the professor to share

I keep seeing them out of shadows they creep, men in black robes.

In the distance, slight tapping of… Festival creating renewed life, wa… the origin of the location unknown… Then upbeat rhythm kicks in, Announcing a different style of ce…

Do your work and remove yourself. Don’t check the follower count. You are a rock, immoveable in your… You are the river that breathes an… You are provider. And receiver.

You used to walk around the park and feel the air perched on your t… but now it is no more. Once written in mosaic glass is now just a shatter on the floor…