I heard an honest man lie A disguise to hide and mask When did respect die Truth found at the end of a flask Sober stories wrapped up Plastic hearts breathe fake love Dependent on culture to make it Fame fortune murder Haikus of distorted pleasure What ha...

Water glistened on the pavement. April never lied about its love for rain. But today seemed unusually humid and the fog rolled in as the clock struck five passed six. Peter cursed as the vines from the roses dug deeper into his skin. He was in the alleywa...