About my writing, all I can say is that I aim to make an impact, to teach about other peoples sufferings which others have not experienced. I use words as my tools to reach my goal. None of my poems are directly about me but rather through my experiences in dealing with others and occasionally their misfortunes. |
Pink sways slashed across darkening blue velvet...
Wondering who will stop to identify this vivid...
Do I need to breathe?
Could it be that your death has awoken me...
My mind and I are at a disconnect,
The space between us all does affect...
Who are you? I forget your name.
Sweet feminine face, inviting and shy...
Your entrance is majestic; it takes you seconds to...
You have been here before; you have walked these...
Behold the walking evidence that
A broken, pieced heart can still beat...
Do I need to breathe?
Could it be that your death has awoken me...
Love yourself to the most because there is no guarantee anyone else will. |
We are who we want to be. I chose to be unlike you. |