Thirteen men are now dead,
Their bodies are crying tears of red.
Thirteen bullets were fired,
The men they hit are now expired.
The eagle’s sharp bloody talons
Are stained by 20 more ill-gotten gallons.
Our dead are on the streets and ground,
Average land is now a burial mound.
Widowed women quietly weep,
The dead men's secrets are theirs to

Here I sit, watching the world pass by ( Read more... )

If I (or rather, when I) go to hell, this is what it is going to be like ( Read more... )

When you bury me, don’t place flowers on my grave.
Flowers wither.
When you think of me, don’t cry.
Tears dry.
When you see me, smile.
A smile lasts forever.

Reaching towards the cold grey sky ( Read more... )

It was a dark and stormy day. Lightning tore the sky in to pieces and caused the sky to cry icy tears ( Read more... )

I asked someone I they knew me.
They responded they had forgotten who I was.
I replied that I had forgotten too.
In this there is a truth.
To know but not to say.

First Kiss ( Read more... )

Billowing snow falls.
Heaven's icy tears.
Falling softly.
Landing in a hushed reality.
Soft and fluffy;
Cold and harsh.