Completely in control, that was the way my life was – until now:

Crazy alcohol, Amos thought. Alcohol really intensifies things. Look what I am doing now? Romanticizing this meeting with a stranger!

A cinquain poem.

In 1917 with the war effort in full swing in Europe ships were sailing across the Atlantic bringing much needed ammunition for the trenches in World War One. On the 6th December two ships collided inside the harbour of Halifax, Nova Scotia and this led to a disaster.

The last time I see often on television a lot of accidents, collisions and smashes both passenger cars and freight. Why?

Aditi was in the courtyard, collapsed on a mattress. She felt as if the odour of death was entering her nostrils and it was difficult to breathe. Perhaps, that odour of death would keep her soul poisoned for the rest of her life.

What do you think a collision course is? I think it’s two opinions colliding to create a sudden disagreement. Here are some examples of when opinions collided creating terrible conflicts.

This is a poem about being both blind and sighted, yet being neither at the same time.
You see even though I am blind and consider myself just simply "blind;" rather than some of those other awkward and at times degrading terms such as, "visually impaired" or "sight Impaired" I do have some residual vision. Not much, but it’s there all the same. So I am stuck in a no-mans land of being both sighted and blind, each to it’s own degree. Yet at the same time being neither sighted nor blind, not in each of there full capacities of the word anyway.
It is my opinion that being stuck in this limbo like state is often harder than simply being totally blind. So this poem expresses some of my frustration and confusion I have experienced in the past from this situation. I hope you enjoy.

Some things cannot be avoided; hopefully that turns out to be a GOOD thing.

Some things in life cannot be avoided; hopefully that turns out to be a good thing.