There are no more heroes Unless you're what the media wants No more Sylvia's or Emily's Never another Edgar, Whitman, or Frost!
I am but a drop in an ocean My heart will stay stuck in my mouth Fame will only come upon my end! The plight of a natural born poet
All we know is write, write, write! Words that wont reach until our last breath Must we exist in this silence while forced to be alive? We'll never know who was saved from our death!
How terribly embarrassing! Those who sit in a fluorescent white room Being taught what we were born to know To love, and write, and lose!