You knew such anguish.

A poem by me, Timothy Lu.

Experience Growing up Created 12/7/11.

The key to life in constant strife
and stubborn exposure
to stress and strain……

I look out, resigned
To the gray light of dawn ….

Many people wish upon a star.

A POET IS BORN.

My origins.. .my very destiny itself.

A poetic version of a man born without legs.

My birthday is September 7th and to be completely honest I wish I had never been born, this is just me stating the facts. Something Birthday… I don’t want to hear the words “Happy Birthday” people mourn September 11th, I guess my mourning starts earlier.