Sonnet 49
I thought some people I knew were pillars...
5 years old
It is Christmas Eve...
writing a rondeau
was like applying cool salve...
ALL Gone
It is during our senior years...
Sonnet 48
Preface...
Tick tock tick tock;
He's running out of precious time...
This is a sad story about a rose and a dove
One day when flying over he couldn't help but fall...
Everyone needs seems usual things,
Simple enjoyments to carry within...
Hey there little puppy,
Why do you look as though you are down...
I used to sit down on the floor, and stare myself...
I hated everything about me, and I wanted to...
<The Garden Ghost>
Her caffeinated shadow...
One of all,
All of one...