Tyroga

“Why?” I heard him ask as he left the room. “I don’t understand” he called from the hall. “You know I wouldn’t if you didn’t make me”, the entry door opens. An engine starts. The car moves away from the curb. Muffled sound as it disappears around the corner. I remove my hands, that protected… Continue reading Why?

I learn all I know about people through life and observation. I am one of those people who never fits in completely and kind of likes it just that way. I feel it pushes me to excel – fearing personal rejection of my work and a push towards excellence, not always achieving it but pushing… Continue reading Observe and Learn, Never Interact

By the winds of the night The waves of the tide I command that the gods Take me to your side In closing my eyes Releasing my soul Getting to you My ultimate goal Letting you know There is someone here Whispering to you “Sleep well, no fear” Telling you now and forever I’m there… Continue reading By the Winds of the Night

I want to scream out loud, not just with-in my head. Need to vent but no outlet exists that will understands. Frustration… I know what I need to do and what I want. More time is needed, more of me is needed, but not to be found. So with-in my head I scream and cry,… Continue reading Scream Out Loud

Why does there have to be a reason? I just am. Why does there have to be an excuse? I just did. Why do I need an answer? I’ll just keep on guessing.

Another term has just begun For the next ten weeks there’ll be no fun We come to school day by day Listen to what the teachers say From home to school to home again Whether it’s sunny or pouring down rain Getting lost within teh school Like a mechanic without his tool. Going from music,… Continue reading School

Teachers, screachers, Sunday preachers. Yes they’re all the same. Happy to agree with you if you play their game.

A cold night falls A person calls Troubled with fear Only he can hear For no one else will listen. On the street will he die? Or will he only cry? He knows he is alone talking in a flattened tone. For no one else could care. As he sits and he cries A pain… Continue reading No One Else