By: Nathan The world's gone mad but my mind is made up Time to let ya'll into the darkroom of my mind A place where I'm referee of a poetic world cup This where I am creative even though I'm blind Don't

By: Nathan I got up to you, I climbed all the stairs of the seven storeys, until I got there, where I forsook the costume and the mask, the desire and the expectancy. I left them all neatly folded at the

By: Nathan I’m in my prime; at the cusp of my development. A few more years of growth makes decay a lot more relevant… Glass Elephant, Glass Elephant, Irrelevance, benevolence, compassion, or malevolence;

By: Nathan A caring heart will never stray even when its owner has to go away. It will think of its happy home dismissing thoughts of wanting to roam. No pastures are ever greener than the ones in your

By: Nathan The idealization of the far-fetched reality , Doesn't make it right. The happiness coming from someone else's pain, Doesn't make you thrive. The insensebility of taking wrong decisions, Doesn't

By: Nathan Come my little Robert near— Fie! what filthy hands are here! Who that e'er could understand The rare structure of a hand, With its branching fingers fine, Work itself of hands divine, Strong,

By: Nathan A thing of beauty is a joy for ever: Its lovliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and

By: Nathan This isn't him, This can't be the face he's left here, This isn't the face he's used to seeing, Solidified in the mirror. It can't be the current one, Or even close, It's not at all how he recalls

By: Nathan Homesick. What is home? Where the heart is. I have no heart. It's shattered. Broken. On the ground. No one saves me. I'm beyond all hope. My dreams are crushed. Stolen by love. What is love?

By: Nathan There are more among us, riches in blood, coursing, calling, making us want more than this, and so I miss you. America expansive, Walt, I write to you now, our borders enriched, quick up to

By: Nathan Out in the depths of the deep blue ocean They’re looking for something to cure their pain. The canoe moves in a swaying motion As they try to find something to keep sane. One dive in the water

By: Nathan O lonely heart so timid of approach, Like the shy tropic flower that shuts its lips To the faint touch of tender finger tips: What is your word? What question would you broach? Your lustrous-warm

By: Nathan Can justice be delayed under any circumstances? Numerous cases can be sighted for instances Can that not be amounted as justice denied? Well, conscious should always bite if it is laid. Constitution

By: Nathan When by my solitary hearth I sit, And hateful thoughts enwrap my soul in gloom; When no fair dreams before my "mind's eye" flit, And the bare heath of life presents no bloom; Sweet

By: Nathan Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding. Even as the stone of the fruit must break, that its heart may stand in the sun, so must you know pain. And could you

By: Nathan Not from this anger, anticlimax after Refusal struck her loin and the lame flower Bent like a beast to lap the singular floods In a land strapped by hunger Shall she receive a bellyful of weeds

By: Nathan You're sad because you're sad. It's psychic. It's the age. It's chemical. Go see a shrink or take a pill, or hug your sadness like an eyeless doll you need to sleep. Well, all children are sad

By: Nathan Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter. Do not take away the rose, the lance flower that you pluck, the water that suddenly bursts forth in

By: Nathan Gluttony is an empty pit, Impossible to fill. An insatiable rumbling, That only faith can still. It consumes everything it sees, Devours all it can, To some degree, it dwells within The heart

By: Nathan I was six, then— six or seven— on a swing set in September, and I’m beginning to remember how alone I was that day: the clouds were dull eraser shavings, the wind a hollow “Hallelujah.” I pumped