Poems from Lilkitty

Art
A cubicle or a briefcase, or maybe an office, These are areas outside of my desire. The perfect place with a feeling of release, May only...
My face is clear it is open to the world, But at times I feel the wind slapping at my pores. The coldness of the violent gale burns my...
I hide behind a cracked mask, Even though I know it wont last. I smile and laugh everyday, though no one knows how I really sway. My body...
        Feelings touching across the bounderies of time, From an era long since forgotten. A way of life expressed through ink and paper,...