Some people get intimidated by a strong personality.

My Friends do not think I am Dead
I am traversing a Life beyond Life
A Life which only Hero’s claim
A reward for their Heroic Strife.

You good sir are a wimp…

A story told by my teacher, Fred Wilkins.

You always flew into my arms and hold me so tight, I would tell you how much I loved you day and night. Now we are apart, even though it was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, I did for you my baby. I had to, you deserve to feel safe.

If you can’t tell it to them, don’t tell it to me.

A poem about self harm and cowardism.

Leave it to having one bad night… a night that I personally don’t feel like surviving; not wild just a bad night. This poem is me destroying myself and I suppose coming back for yes I am a coward and I have died many times. As you would have done… well I hope not because the “disgusting”, “offensive” animal” that is dying tonight does not need a comeback.

A short poem on how supicion leads to divorce.

Poem Consideration: For A Poetry Contest I Am Entered In.