Collateral Damage Station

I'm on the outside bright color peacock spreading I own my street, a path forced discreet by tainted company I'm on the inside where children weep and we speak this language of naivety, conversations brief know what it's like to be the weird one so, pretty stays silent She'll only be assumed Life consumes her … Continue reading Collateral Damage Station

The Masks We Wear

Are we not beautiful? Even beneath our masks, Gifting our hearts and hiding the fear? Are we not vulnerable and capable?  Do you see they bring smiles to hide the pain? and yet we cry like rivers swirling us to the deep blue sea as we weep weep weep "Never cry more tears than you could … Continue reading The Masks We Wear