In a foreign hospital,
Far from home
My grandfather waited
beside my grandmother.

Every

Hope’s the substance that my chubby heart gleams,
The drowsy cloud which palls such vaunting

There is a list of things that I’ll never say,
Tucked away,
Far away. Where no one will ever

We are but ghosts and strings.
Such petty pretty things.
So easily broken;
Don’t linger but

I don’t want to write another song.
I may be bitter but my heart is in one piece
Except for the

I write of things unseen,
I twist the lies of the known.
I use the things that do exist
To tempt

What you see will astound you,
I’m sorry that I have a habit of
Repeating old used lines.
It just

When windows close and doors open,
Time stops and goes in circles.
Time wields fate while time

Thought is a process of elimination.
All men are created to think,
But not all men do.
We are a

05∙30∙13

His bones poke through his cotton gown.
His skin is scarred and bruised.
But those

Rude awakening...

The night...over...

We sit before a Sunless day

The future we hid behind

Teacher feature:
Creature from the
black lagoon
soon

Leaving the soul behind,
I traveled the heights of Himalaya,
Swam the depths of Ganges,
Crossed

A friend came to me in desperation.
"I think I messed things up again" he said;
"And I can't go on

Normally he sleeps,
Under my desk,
Or in the wardrobe,
Or under the kitchen table.

There are

Open eyes can’t see
What broken hearts can be.
With life and lies
And all things combined
Built

There really is a thing called
Love.
God, oh how there is.
It's taken so long to see it.
It

I’m not sure
Of the choices I will make
And the reasons why
I’ll make them.
I’ve confused my own

Life swims in Air,
On a rope of Cloud it's clinging,
Not much of Despair,
Blessings are

Angus stand heavy
with February longing.
I orbit but do not
turn
to meet their gaze.

From

I hear them
the voices;
I hear them
all
around me.

I’m here, baby, I’m here, baby,

Evening mountains quietly
Encircle the valley,
Hiding in snow.

Pure melt water
Tumbles with

In lieu of tongues
that speak only dead flowers
who sing a scale of grey.

In lieu of

A deafening silence all around
Even the crow helping itself to peanuts
Won't even call at me,

the endless slumber
when nothing seems
so deep
as a moment
that's encumbered
by my

Speak.
What are you waiting for,
I'm going to love you
No matter what you say.

Seek.
What are

Burdened eternally with living
In a myth,
He pulls behind his thin
And bent body

A huge

Whenever she enters my atmosphere,
I feel bewitched and convinced
That we're supposed to be

It's beyond the pad and pen,
And bigger than what I'd say.
Really, I could only say amen,
To

I won't waste another one of these pages,
Yet I have to say this once more.
I've met so many

In Belize the dark night is warm, women sway against palms.
Their lovers croon along with the disco

I really do think you're one of a kind;
You have me captivated.
There's no confusion with you on

This year Christmas
Will really be for me
My very own Xmas
Which I never thought I would see

In reverie, alone at twilight
hope is the treasure we share
through our waking dreams.

Hope

Why do I feel this pain?
When it was me who messed up in Spain,
I’ll never do that again,

anxiety
runs all
around
my body

fever dreams
awake me
from this
cold night

Stop. Heave. Take time. Breathe. Remember you have invaluable worth. You are like the North Star, a

I am a representative of life
I am not the sole exhibit.
There are billions of us
living,

They told me it'd get better
The longer I tried harder
and the chances that I take
to try and not

Home isn't where you were raised.
Home isn't the four walls you grew up in.
Home is a place where

I walk along as waves unseen

Break the shore in endless seam

Feeling the sand beneath my

this morning, strangely
the windows lit with a peachy glow
all cool glass and fogged breath
my

Silence
Deafening silence
Eclipses our
cries
Cries steeped in
fear
Fear

Pitter patter
The sound of rain
Cleansing...restoring
Feel no pain
Another chance to start

I sat in a flowered field,
the sun was a flaming orb in the sky
and then, to my delight,
on my

I wrote this note to tell you how sick I feel for forcing us in to another dire situation. I'm

One day, Hell arranged his forces,
Laid them out in strategic positioning,
Lining up the Dragoons

He sat that night in the company
of himself, crying was pointless,
rage was a waste. He had