Was I given a chance? Did I miss that which I have aimed

A Gentle Breeze Warm crowns of light Rustling trees The summer’s delight Gossamer threads

I wander the desert an empty jug my only possession. My water has long run dry, my lips now used to

Because of what I have done, these failures were just too much. This final fall with follow me Forever. There were no harsh words,

Was it too much to ask? Perhaps this truly is fair, some retribution for past misdeeds or a shield against unnecessary pa… But that is not for you to decide

First, A mistake. Quicksand. Second, A broken promise.

Do angels exist? Could creatures of endless grace of immeasurable beauty really walk among us?

You Were the sunlight. You brought me

How can I ever Prove to you? For a chance that was never leaped. A divide

People assume it is about the catch, the prize. And, for some it is. But for me, it is so much

Death is peace, death is silence, death is final. There can be no further pain. But there can be no further hope.

So, you don’t drink? or smoke? So, you are better than them? You let them use you, and you take the fall for them,

Give. Everything. All that I own, All that I have owned, and All that I will own. My love, past, and future

Forces of Nature more powerful than earthquakes, than tsunamis, the bane of happiness

Why is it that we say an act of cruelty is “inhumane”? When did that word...