im mark, one of three sons of very proud parents. ive yet to equal my older brothers success but i still have hope. im looking for some other outlet for my emotions than the regular fight. five years ago i wrote my first poem and over the next year wrote hundreds, at which someone stole my folder and i lost all of them but one. the one. nearly four years of passed and the fire has returned and so have i. |
Dear Emily, how are you?
Good i hope I'm good too...
My last poem this will be.
No need for emotion no need to think...
Mad as hell i see you frown,
Oh so badly i want to throw you down...
It was the third week in July,
i wasn't ready to say goodbye...
Mad as hell i see you frown,
Oh so badly i want to throw you down...
My last poem this will be.
No need for emotion no need to think...
What do you do when you've lost your love, you...
all that is pleasing becomes bland...
What is it about a sport that makes you shine,
is it the rush you get when the game is on the...
When you need alittle sunshine go dance in the rain. |
Some people say, ' it's always darkest before dawn.' but not if it's your last day |
I thought God pressed a terrible fate, but now i realize He was the one carring the crushing weight. Thank you GOD. |