You walked into our lives, a quiet storm not so concealed behind your grinning charm. Patchouli and vanilla mixed with cigarette smoke...

Cannonball. A poem by James Andrew

Oh how those hurt boys feel so good Strong men with little boy hearts Hurt so good Yummy Sweet Make me cry Make me die In the bedroom I...

Connection on the physical is easy a mingling of parts but we long to connect our hearts and that's the hard part

You make plans and God laughs That’s what I always heard. But talk is cheap Ninety-nine cents And honestly sometimes I just need to vomit...

My pie is my kingdom Where I reign from the sky My pie is so golden Oh pie, my pie My pie is so warm It’s gracious and gooey My pie is...

She woke up angry with a taste for war as she made her morning tea and with the allegiance of higher forces- angels friends and God at...

Mr tough guy Mr I don’t care I don’t know why He comes out everywhere Mr I’m ok Mr laughs a lot Surely he can’t take this Mr afterthought...

This end is a new beginning Democracy too abused We take the path of fated Lemmings Edging closer to rocky death Triggering government spend

You won't find love in a partner or career It's not under your pillow when the tooth fairy comes near There ain't no love on a hundred...

Breathe We can’t The virus has masked our emotions coughs come as bites our chests they chew Fear has taken root And a knee to the neck

What makes beautiful? A body made lean through denial? curves emaciation injectables make more sexy the sweet child from Little House on...

Consumers we’re born and Consumers we’ll die we’re skin over bone with coins for eyes The land of the free and the home of the brave...

You ain’t got nothing If you don’t have a Dream In a world stuck on money Time’s wasted it seems On trying to keep up With someone else’s

Just because you can doesn't mean you should... You may be the man That’s OK I’m good

Not what I expected, boy interrupted, not at all unnerved, just a little ill-adjusted Pull those curtains back, welcome in the light, no...

all this anger is starved sadness it's me moving on without my heart song

After the rain has its way With city streets Gutters crowded by debris

You walked along Making my sweater your home