Hello, for the most part my poems and stories are rather cynical and witty. However, they mean much more than what they seem. Take into consideration that these writings hold a world of justice, egalitarianism, and hope.
A dark and dreary day of sorrow and gray, with a man grieving his lover’s death. How he wished he felt her final breath; his absence an untimely regret.
To the Unjust, the Cruel, and the Ignorant: Together we have seen a new era, a temporal of untainted ideals and concepts of equality unimagined before in the cracks of history.
Time is never enough Pain is always too much Happiness never stays Sickness always plays Knowledge knows no bounds, As long as sanity holds its ground Colors take new meaning, When revolutions win...
I'm not living in the real world, how could I. People are so near me, yet they're far as the moon. I look at the stars, and I'm supposed to believe in them, when they're already dead.
I speteped otuidse form the mrnoing rian, And mvraeeld at all the mlarcies of lhigt, lfie, and the wnerdos of the biarn..
At the stroke of nine, the moon began to shine. All was well in Bill's town, except for news that really casted a frown.
-"Hello grandma how are you today. I hope you'll have a good stay." -"My dear, I am so tiresome. But look at you. You are so handsome. I say without a snare.
Mother mother came home drunk tonight. She sent chills down their spines as fast as flight. Young Tony came to his sister's bed. Shaken he ducked his head. Mother mother came up the stairs.