[tabby title="Poem"] I wish I were a writer…So I could find the exact words toexplain my emotionsTo write down every thoughtinstead of drowning in them,To call for help in a language otherswould understandTo turn screams in my chest intoa masterpiece...

[tabby title="Poem"] The hugger’s wish has a touch of joy,Like ice from the old pond ridge,Delivering block ice for the fridge,Weekly arriving by the ice-man employee. He gave kids a free piece to melt and chew.How we waited for that...

[tabby title="Poem"] Why should we barter for sanity? I believe there is none left; it is lost along with hope in history.How do we repeat the same feat, infected by the same disease, and let lies be our remedy?How does...

[tabby title="Poem"] Sitting, meditating, and thinking calmly,I began to paint a beautiful scenerya sea bornfrom my gentle hands,mountains rising from my dreams,a river flowing from my innocent thoughts. Colors spoke to me softly,and I followed them without fear,lost in joy,...

[tabby title="Poem"] You can danceas Ferry would say,in these discothequesyou sold to be the richest. You failed at thisas your situation shows,a collection of maggots eatswhat remains of your colleagues. You bet poorlyand you lost the race,you managed to be...