A world void of deceit is a place I require.

Something I wrote a while ago for an english assignment… Didn’t find it again untill just recently. The assignment was based on the storyline from Merchant of Venice, by Shakespear. When the three chests that determine Portia’s husband, may look wonderful and polished on the outside, do not show what is contained on the inside.

A poem about poeple who’d rather be fake than real.

"This Dance" is a poem written one day when I was feeling obstinate, acrid, and arbitrarily rebellious. So instead of lashing out at myself and the world by sitting for seventeen hours in a bar getting obnoxiously drunk and maybe even arrested, all as a protest to prove that I was not a boring, bland, and overly compliant conformist (oh yeah THAT will show ‘em!) as I would have done in my drinking days, I wrote this poem. Enjoy!

This piece is about looking deeper into an individual instead of jugding their physical features.

This is a poem I wrote awhile ago, I came back to it, decided I liked it. It’s about having your life torn apart.

Identifying pure people from hypocrites.

Smiling faces…

"Button up that blouse!" "Must you wear all that makeup?" "You march right back up those stairs and change your outfit. No child of mine will be seen running around in that thing."

Nothing is always as it seems…. Sunshine felt through the window glass can be deceptive.