I gaze up to the scorching sun, And it’s burning down upon The stones that lay so still and fragile Until the night is come. Not a whisper to be heard by
The only thing worse than being chased by a dancing tiger through a school cafeteria is being woken from a fitful sleep by an over enthusiastic alarm clock. At least, that’s what
Ideas are physical. They float to the top of wells wherever men have thoughts. Over time, cities grew around these wells, and one’s daily routine consisted of gathering his ideas from the
PSYCHO. CRAZY. DRAMATIC. people put labels on things they don’t understand. the tears trickle out of my eyes one by one. unbidden, unwanted, and not understood. the doctor tells me the pills
Dreams are the paths that we follow in life: They give us a purpose to plow through our strife. All seem star-spangled and end in the skies, But some lead downward and end
“Hush. The wind sings a hymn.” “Nonsense. The same wind, hot and thick and dry As wool in summer on my skin.” “Listen. No rush of river of gush of streams. Such gravity
Calling the desert an unpleasant place to live would be an understatement. It is a dry, inhospitable place where even your tongue dries out for lack of water. Temperatures range from scorching hot
“Just a job–” crackled imperfections Drain each day’s joy, Stealing every drop From the surface– The sorrows of this wasteland. “I don’t care–” parched hearts Plead for belonging, Begging for an