On being in Hell
when you go to a place where the sun don’t shine
the soul flees your dreams so they torture your mind
you hold on with hope but it gets you so far
so you think about death and with it you spar
Dear Sincerely
someday we may have riches
turn two fishes into shoals
right now we have each other
and no other girl can hold
In this World
In this world, it seems that we must be constantly outdoing each other. I would like to step off that nowhere train, that obvious disaster, and embrace a state of not giving a damn for such things as reputation, climbing ladders and being the very, very best that one busy bee can be.
In me, you sing
Well I wish I knew better
The beat of your heart
So I could fix all that’s a troublin’
Now I know words beat letters
Beyond the Brim
standing tall and walking proud
all because a girl allowed
a boy to give the life in him
to one with soul beyond the brim