It’s hard to start a book, but ending one is just as tough. This is the story of my book.

O, one day, my mother had come to me

To speak of my sad songs and their meaning

“I’ll love you forever,” I choked through a sob. Before me was a sea of mourners, all drenched in black -- it didn’t feel real.

Frogs. They’re everywhere.

Life's overwhelming problems have shaken my core,

Rattled my soul, yet I stand, big and bold.

Ting. Ting. Ting.

There it went again. Every few minutes, my ears were cursed with the faint ringing of a high pitched bell.

twas winter in the land of Nod

far from watchful eye of God

We all hope that the harm

We cause isn’t enough to alarm our counterpart

It's a prison, maybe,

carpeted floors

make the tension, easy,

a little bit more

and statistics thrown out,

must reenforce

that the pretty prison hasn't a form.

I am nothing but a tiny speck on a universe so vast

Her eyes well and tears run down her face

Worries speed through her young mind

“You’re selling me a quarter?”

“A very special quarter, sir. It was the last thing my grandfather gave me before he died. I thought it was insignificant at first. He suffered from dementia and didn't really know who I was anymore.”

In shadows cast by neon lights, I pine

A friend, Jessie, was once a friend of mine

But lately, changes in the air define

His girl, I crave, a love I can’t resign

I closed my eyes tightly. The bright sun that shone on my back seemed to be mocking me. How? How could the sun shine so bright on the darkest day of my life?

The sun has set, but the moon has not yet risen.

Say Dupin

Say Dupin

“Rosen.”

The light is always there to guide my way,

Time is the only constant.

We are haunted by every footstep we can see

Wrapped up warm against the icy fingers of dusk, the caretaker closed the cemetery gates.