Words once meant something But now they are empty, hollow and bare Words long ago carried a tune But now they are just full of hot air Words once were carried near and far But now all they say "let's... Continue Reading →
Always be the agent of your own heart And deal with what's in front of you Everything else is optional.
I carry the scars of the dead Of the silence, without voice I carry the last remains of my line I carry all their stories So no one else need bare them
Being punished for who you are Is the cruelest thing to do by far And though worse yet Is to hurt yourself Because you know of nothing else
She became a star when she burned like one; alone; in space; and vapid darkness.