“We were born with these broken bones We were born all these streets to roam We are the kids without a permanent home” This one goes out to you, the … Continue reading
Honestly (and regrettably), I don’t remember his name. What I do remember is his kindness when he asked if he could buy my then-2 year old daughter a pastry. I … Continue reading
We have been led to believe a twisted, incredibly damaging lie.
We have trusted and been let down, again, and again.
We have lost our faith in others.
In our story.
In any story at all.
“I meet so many people who have superwhatever rattling around in their head. They have this person they are convinced they are supposed to be, and their superwhatever is … Continue reading
The Winds of fate they push us The scars they remind us We were born with these broken bones We were born for these streets to roam We are the … Continue reading
” src=”https://thesuburbanvagabond.files.wordpress.com/2013/09/canstockphoto14214493-32.jpg?w=650″ width=”410″ height=”273″ /> “Even in literature and art, no man who bothers about originality will ever be original: whereas if you simply try to tell the truth (without … Continue reading
Outside the glittering city’s towers From beneath the bloody boots Behind every ascending power, the quiet man regards the daylight Hercules had his stables He his rows, in endless … Continue reading
An artist is always alone – if heis an artist. No, what the artistneeds is loneliness.” -Henry Miller
I’ve got a patchwork soul, my love Bullet holes, and tatters Branches for the holy dove Pieces of my armor Cerberus and flame Ashes and desire Shredded and rebuilt Bullet … Continue reading