I like a good laugh... I write dark but laugh lite.

Poetry, the true breakfast of champions.

She's afraid to spread her wings
as everyone got lost in the air
She was left in her own misery
in the midst of nowhere
she broke her wing
promised not to fly
Alone and scared, she has to try
Ready to open wide
and flap that white light feather
She wanted to soar high
But afraid to fall and cry
Looking fierce and brave
The only thing
is to get lost from this cave
It's the only way to be saved
No more tears and fears
Casting the trapped shadows
It's time to go and feel,
how the cool wind
wanders through her feet*

-A

9/24/14

If we are supposed to take the road least traveled, then, why does mine have so many **** potholes?

Show me Silence and I will make it scream.
Enjoy my muse, because this is my dream

He, who controls his pen and his poetry.
Controls the world.