They were trailing the wildcats se… To him it was hopeless they had al… They took a timeout to make a game… Coach called his number he was the… His orange number twelve for the…

It isn’t sun, nor sea, nor sky. It’s none of these, she thinks. It’s not wild, impetuous rivers, Where she stands on the brink. It isn’t crowds, nor gaiety,

The colors of life seem to Fade as they disappear into The mind and reappear in Their soul. The more colors There are the redder the

The stars slowly fade and fade, As the sun comes up ray by ray. The birds are chirping To warn them all, That summer has almost

Through all the stress and all the… The thought of giving up almost dr… At times he feels as though it’s a… He often relaxes and meditates, so… But with so much negativity how wi…

Have you reached the Crossroads Of your life? Was the road clear or full of stri… Do you look back and give a wistfu… Turning for things and times gone…

At this very moment, she’s thinkin… Of you and how you were once True. Wondering what to do, she’s Feeling like a fool

You once told her Romance isn’t out there That her search would be An effort in futility. Well, she had to prove herself rig…

Like the rivers of a long, lost wo… Tears flow. The misery of the anguished and th… The banished Relinquish their thoughts into the…

So now, you say, you are fifty-fiv… And that you are all grown up and… And you think you are smarter—wise… (Yesser! that is just what she was… At what age do they learn right fr…

He sees, as in a dream, The mythological time traveler, Flying by treading moonlight; High above a city Tinkling with silver sounds

A child... Brought into this cold world not o… Brought here to face the challenge… Full of curiosity; so eager to har… How the pieces fit together in thi…

Wearily subsided in his chair As he plays Music, flowing through lined walls As he furiously knocks upon keys Oh, hopelessly he is caught

He lies on a pillow of dreamless n… In a bed of damaged feelings. He sleeps in a room of forbidden t… In a house of bungled dealings. He lives in a town of lost hopes,

If she was a bird would she fly in… Disintegrate in the morning’s glow… Would she fly above the trees? Impaled upon the branches. Could she fly on the wind?