Teardrop I once followed a teardrop till she had run out of sadness. She turned to me as the end
She flutters, time stutters, then seems to start again. As she falters. What started this? The beginning and the end.
Painted smiles. Come paint me now. Evenly painted, spreading trowel. Painting happiness. Paint me a smile. A perfect smile to
I dreamed a dream, within a dream. No diamond rings, no pretty things. These evil things, what do they mean
I saw it in the heavens, in the stars. A host of new angels traveling somewhere far. Their flight was
Nothing is brighter than a failing star. One day there, the next day gone. Morning light swallowed by the night.
Would you ever, if you never saw the stars. Learn to dream in the dark away from the light. Would
I figured out what rain was when I walked beneath your cloud. I walked around and saw droplets falling without
I wish I could hang a setting sun. On the violence, let anger be done. I hear your pain, we
I once saw a flower in disguise. Pale yellow against blue, like a sunrise. And for a moment it certainly
I’ve reread my life over and over, trying to make sense of it. The run on sentences, these missing periods,
I drew a word until I knew the meaning. Until it became a part of me. Connecting commas to connect
I crept up upon a surprise. And found something other than what I had surmised. A spirit in disguise. A
I am like a raging bull or a bull that is raging, I’m not sure. Here he comes tumbling toward.
I walked quietly into the night. Where the light is out of sight. I did not feel a single fright.
My eyes set upon the sun that seems to run from something to come. It reminds me of a son