I have a plan; Get this, get that I have a plan; Do this, do that I have a plan; Say this, say that Oh how crooked it is, That my plans have plans Ones that change my routes Even though in awesomeness I thought I had plans Howbeit, this new route be good for... Continue Reading →

Poem: Pillow Rain

  Rain has poured on my pillow Its heavy as the thunder storm that brought it It has poured endlessly, making my face like the sun When one was alive, one was dying When one was smiling, one was crying When one was born, one was taking their last breathe Speedily one have gained in... Continue Reading →

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