Never been to prison though I did a stint in juvenile hall and it was not good, fun, or safe, and yet it’s like my whole world is a prison. Conventional Shunning… where you gonna go, where you gonna run, where you gonna hide; do I want to anymore?

The death of my mum to cancer(she was 75..full of life..and I miss her)

There comes a time that bitterness and hatred fills your heart. But you rise back to life still. -Aug ‘05.

I wrote this for someone back then when I was starting to try to fall in love again.

Sometimes love is sweet, at times bitter..

I cry when you come and go…

Haiku, reflecting on the healing power of simply ending things.

This poem basically explains how much this guy’s in love with a girl. The more he loves her, the more he’s hurt, but he just doens’t feel like he can live without her.

I think a poem should talk you and each person hears different things and sees different images. What you see and hear is up to you.

A quick bit of wit, presented with a touch of fun.