Something in his past has been pulling him farther and farther down. Although its not his fault, he tries to climb out but he’s to late.

A short story Clouds.

Blue is an all-time favorite color for most of us. Many think blue reflects loneliness when in fact; it is a happy and important color. My 11-year-old son composed this poem as a school project. When I read it, it dawned on me that blue is indeed a joyful and a much valued color in the universe. It is my favorite color.

To the man I love.

Love poetry.

We could live in a world, bordered only by our minds, And live inside our dreams that shares the feelings of love.

Haiku.

Haiku poem about a sunny Spring day.

Poem about how some things stay the same but time keeps moving.

A love that never came to be.