Seems I live here on the brinkalways salting my bitter inkwith these tears I now crynever sure of the reason why Abandoned here on the pageas if discarded by some agewhen poetry always made senseregardless of its imperfect tense How the...

tisk, tisk, tisk…  maybe I’m just crazy wasting my time in a cyber world caring for imaginary frenemies         giving yet not given in a fAkE rEaLiTy!people who don’t know me feel the need to judge...

    After my escape from the fire. I headed into the studio, and sat down in front of the computer. My nerves were shot. I was very verklempt about the whole situation needless to say. I couldn’t understand...