Category Archives: The Studio

They come in many shapes Some are full of luscious color Others are dull and colorless My dreams are mostly full of pain Some start off happy and calm But soon turn to sand and chaotic Others start in destruction And end happy and full of love Why? Can anyone answer that? So be carefulContinue reading “Dreams (Written in Aug 1998)”

Drifting contently along The road seems smooth With no holes or speed bumps Suddenly you crash And go spinning out of control Leaving you in pain Trying to sort out your frustration In vain

Chaos, The world spins out of control No one knows where to turn Everything seems to go wrong Tranquility, Everything is in it’s place Things are clear Nothing can possibly go wrong

A man begins to court a womanTo make her begin to loveHe watches her bloom and growBut does she really know him A woman starts to show affectionThe man begins to back awayShe watches as he draws from herAnd she begins to really know him She begins to see parts of him she never knewThingsContinue reading “Untitled (Written Aug 1997)”

For so long I have been lostNow you have found meBut at what costAre we truly meant to be? I feel so safe in your embraceAs if the world does not existBut is there another way to win the raceOr to break through the forbidden mist Do we drift through timeOr make the most ofContinue reading “Found (Written July 1997)”

Each day we wake and begin The progress of making decisions Some are helpful Others can be trouble At times we do not think about decisions we make These are the ones that bring trouble Problems may not occur immediately But they do catch up with you

She seems different on the outsideWhat is she like on the insideIs she the same as everyone elseOr is she really different She has a unique walkSure of who she isNo one could tell her otherwiseShe knows she is different She is different from all the restAnd that is how she likes itTo stand outContinue reading “Unique (Written June 1997)”

He draws her in with sweet words That lift her heart He treats her like a queen Before he can win her She believes him to be perfect Yet he is far from it Suddenly she learns That inside he holds an evil That will break her heart

He seemed so perfectYet there were things that were hiddenOut of sight where no one could find themHe smiles and says the right thingsThat is what he was taughtEven though he wishes to be differentNever getting too closeFor fear that the hidden would be found He seemed so rightYet there were things which were soContinue reading “Perfection? No!”

She screams, but I can not see whySuddenly something fly’s at herThe crunch of glass as I walk to her windowShe is motionless nowBlood drips from a gash on her headIt runs and dries down her faceShe no longer screams I walk to the other side of the careA man sits behind the wheelHis visionContinue reading “Visions (Written Dec 1996)”