Walking in with a smile Feeling light as if at this very moment was the best   Walking in with a frown Feeling pulled down and weary as if gravity has a vendetta   A tune comes to mind “Don’t worry be happy”   A tune comes to...

I wish I was your bottle of whiskySo that being a heavy drinker you areYou would consume me every time She says she wants to be consumedBut I dare not drink her Because I am already doomedMaybe she was intrigued by...

If I had a quill made of goldthat wrote of stories, new and oldcreate new dreams and fairytaleson pages carried by silver sails sketch bright flowers with bumblebeesor babbling brooks with autumn leaveswrite of sorrow pain and griefor paint a...