*Poem for a club contest in which you must write...
This poem is dedicated to my mom who has been...

Jaded thoughts captivate
undefined, unconditional passion...

As I watch you walk by,
I wish you were in my arms...

Bare with me, this is my FIRST non-rhyming poem...

Can I make this choice,
To live my life without you...

A broken heart,
a bleeding fist...

I try to run,
But I can't get free...

She runs and she hides
She screams and she cries...

*Contest poem for club...

Wrapped in your never ending circle of imaginary...
Trying to escape...

*This is a poem for a contest. The rules are to...
Drug of Choice...

It doesn't matter what you say
or what you do...