It doesn’t make sense.

[poem] A fun little limrick about not very much at all:

Does the homeless live the lie that says everyone has the right to a promising future, That we can do anything we put our mind to, that our cities are great, and so is it’s peoples future…… or do we!

How many ways can I tell her that I love her, how many words have I written speaking of my feelings? A Word For Me… I eventually did get that word, a year and a half later and if I was to speak just one more… so I sit and wait hoping for another word.

You can run from your thoughts.

Poetry.

Verse about the ultimate dare – to love no matter what.

Watching the news these past few weeks, got me thinking about my life compared to those of in Japan after the disaster…

Something I wrote early in the morning, between classes.

A dream I had.