Torment…

Everybody is capable of getting what they want.

The last of my previously written poems. I quited writing after this one, but Now I think I will start again.

Hope you like It.

This is about the aftermath of a battle. Everybody’s taken for dead, so the victor leaves. One guy isn’t so he gets up, see’s nobody is there. Then he wants revenge because he has been deserted.

Keeping oneself busy with work or with any social activity is a blessing, to you and to those who are near or dear to you.

A love so vast it can not be contained. Bursting!

A little story I made up, about getting high.

Another poem.

Thoughts

This is not a poem! These are thoughts!

Sun.