If only you could filter out the thoughts you have.

Nobody should be held captive.

When a heart is held captive by a daughter, or even a son, it never can be set free nor wish to be.

About how a man reacts on a flower in a garden.

This poem describes that feeling when the world becomes to much and has turned who you are into your enemy.

Spring escapes the clutches of winter.

For Cory.

The coven plans to sacrifice Skye’s soul.

People say for most things you are never too late, but there are exceptions to the rule.

I will rise.