Every step I take I stop, I take a break And think Should I really walk away? And say That this is Nothing more than a phase But then that empty space In my heart starts to ache Because deep down inside I know it's a mistake To just walk away Another lonely walk I'm... Continue Reading →

Prayers To The Wall (short story)

I grew up on the backside of the wall. That’s what we called it because all the pretty stuff was on the front like America, and then there were us, people like me. We were the ignorant and impatient. People like me don’t wait; we play for life while death stands back waiting for us.... Continue Reading →

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