Kookaburra

…it’s much less stressful to tie a string around that spotlight and tug a little to make sure you never quite leave its warmth.

YOU CAN’T SAY THAT 9

…the anger has cooled, the hatred is gone, leaving in its wake a small pool of pity.

between my ears

It’s all gone to hell.

SHE

…sharp teeth of an angel.

CLARIFY

I write what I feel, and I let it go.

Rightly So

There is mad, mad joy to be found.

bursting

Living in my head, it’s not such a bad thing.

You Can’t Say That, Pt 7

A heart monitor with no ups or downs reflects a dead heart.

war

I’m a fixer, but I can’t fix this.

crazed

That thing your best friend does for you when nothing makes sense in your head…