Is my offering to my friend who recently has lost her father, her bestfriend.

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I think I believe a little less in love, as if it were God itself, imaginary, fictional, and yes only pretend. Dead Love… not the lover but the idea, the concept I believe died so long ago, if it were ever really there to begin with at all.

Hilarious poem about a terrible outcome for Mr. Death.

This poem speaks about the inner power God gives us, to walk by faith and not by sight.

Should I blame birth; as they say we are all born into sin, so I have yet another father figure to blame for not only such sin but my fear. Root of Fear… I have no willingness to claim it but here it grows and knows that I am afraid; am I alive?

Amusing poem about a very special place called the Monsters’ Club.

When you lose your best friend, it can break your heart.

I wrote this poem, as a personal thought and feeling. It seems we all forgive persons of their sins and trespasses and the evils they have done when they die. But then what if you were mistaken.

Just another silly poem, written in collaboration with another being (KM). Never mind the punctuation and stuff. Did it for fun, one boring night.