We laugh & it pits the world against us.
I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.
I am singing now while Rome burns.
Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.
Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.
A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away but then he’s still left with his hands.