Coming up short when it comes to living the type of life desired.

My constant craving for alcohol can only be controlled through memories of how hard it is to stay clean. I haven’t had alcohol for seven years now. If I touch it, I might metaphorically and literally go to hell.

Just so you know I’m not a drug addict or alcoholic.

An old poem (c. 2002-ish) but one I found and felt like sharing. Struggling to make decisions, I have always found it difficult to accept them–the "what if?" always poisons me to some extent.

Her heart craves for the warmth of a touch of familiarity.

A love poem about chocolate.

Poem about surfing.

This poem was inspired by someone that I believe will be a life long friend if nothing else.

A poem about infatuation.

About the craving that gets worse with time.