On white walls with long halls Hung pictures of nature that You have never been. To me that is just a reminder That you will never travel again. When I reached your room and saw Your corpse figure slowly Breathing to the rhythm of the Machine. Until slowly it was gone . . . . . . .
Goodbye Great Grandma. You were a great friend and you taught me so much.
Hello to all that write under the stone cold moon. Hello to all of the broken hearts and the judged. Hello to the chubby girls who stare at porcelain dolls. Hello to the normal boys who dream of being important.
YOU ARE IMPORTANT AND DON'T FORGET IT!
This may sound cliche but it is all about what is in inside that counts. I am not usually the one to believe in fate our destiny but I do believe that We are all special and that we should let it shine.
Please let your soul shine and never let anyone extinguish that light.
I saw no retribution, except for the outcasts and the coyotes. I received retribution because I belong with them. I am not an outcast. So I must be a coyote.
I am not great like my relatives the wolves. I am not feared because of my small size. I am a symbol of selfishness, greed, and deceit. I am small and cowardly because I fear the society we live in today.
Must I be a coyote and must I bear this retribution?
I just want to be wanted and HUMAN But I have a coyote soul . . .
Who decided that the rose should be picked and treasured By mere human hearts? Did the universe reach down from the stars and pluck The fair rose and tear it to pieces? Who decided that the rose was more beautiful than all the flowers And that none shall be more beautiful? Did the universe decide that they should place this flower on Earth so that humans can destroy its beauty?
I believe that the rose should belong in the galaxy. There it could be treasured by Wanderer's eyes and will never be plucked by envied hands.