Some thoughts I have had recently about the meaning of life.
A closet full of clothes... nothing to wear
The things we put ourselves through. Are they worth it?
For all those who work for a living
The price to live is death. What you reap from life depends on what you sow.
"(CHORUS) I don't know about you, but I am still a ghostwriter.
The politicians were born to break the poor Werewolves were created from lunar forces
I could do without a lot of things in life Like pain, deceit and strife
I was burning I say, and I wouldn't survive all the way.
A Poem I wrote while in the hospital for depression. There isn't much hope in the poem itself--more of a question. But I"m alive now. So there is hope.
Money and fame would be nice, but I know that's not what would make me happy.
My friend: “When did it become ok to walk life out…. Alone?”Me: “I don’t know about it being ok, but we currently live in society that seems to idealize individualism, by destroying social context, an...
A closet full of clothes... nothing to wear
The things we put ourselves through. Are they worth it?
For all those who work for a living
The price to live is death. What you reap from life depends on what you sow.
"(CHORUS) I don't know about you, but I am still a ghostwriter.
The politicians were born to break the poor Werewolves were created from lunar forces
I could do without a lot of things in life Like pain, deceit and strife
I was burning I say, and I wouldn't survive all the way.
A Poem I wrote while in the hospital for depression. There isn't much hope in the poem itself--more of a question. But I"m alive now. So there is hope.
Money and fame would be nice, but I know that's not what would make me happy.
My friend: “When did it become ok to walk life out…. Alone?”Me: “I don’t know about it being ok, but we currently live in society that seems to idealize individualism, by destroying social context, an...