The InkDiary

They say I have grown Out of thier arms Maybe out of their minds too... Now no lullabuys need to drive me to sleep No swings can stop me...

Look... There she runs Proudly wearing those scars and bruises After bearing the shot of your gun .... She knew no bandaids would heal h...

Daytime... what's that?"said he A bump head does daily peep ...  Not from the mountains but from the ashened heaps... With guns ...

Last evening, The setting sun could not promise another hopeful morn, To those who wished to string along With him... That teacher, that ...

Reservations... Fair or unfair... I say reservations are fair. Reservations are a surity, a guarantee that yes everyone can ... And each pe...

When a spicy memory  A funny dream  Or the thought of a  friend Who scared you with a fake scream  Makes your cheek feel heavily raised ...

Your captures ... my poses Your camera be the wanderer... me the bed of  roses! And both of us together Would turn the world upside down ...