I wanted the train to go faster. The old man’s snot streamed down. His eyes crossed like he was itching…
Poetry
My mind is afire like the path in front. I see flashes of yellow, orange and red Thoughts turn black,…
From whirling winds, troubled seas It comes as a gentle breeze But still sweeps the mightiest kings It stalks and…
One, take a shower and get into every inch of your body Two, take a dress that won’t make you…
Each time the girl would ask me to buy the pen I felt more sorry for myself. You have to…