Do you remember when we first met?
I sure do, it was some time in early June. You...

I write this as I stare out the window. Its...

What's reality? You can't touch it, or feel it...

As she peered through the heavy black curtains she...
She made her way back to the piano and sat down on...

These words are my own
From my heart flow...

I really love him,
and he doesn't know it...

There is no combination of words I could put on...
Like a shoebox of photographs with sepia-toned...

Typing. I have no clue how I got on this topic...

Last night when we sat on the rooftop and watched...
Last week when we walked down the hall holding...

Some of my friends came up to you today and told...
Later you came up to me in the hallway and asked...

A writer is more that a name on a book or the...

Yes, it even happens to authors, poets, writers...