A poem about regret and suicide.

To the woman that filled my life with joy, the woman I couldn’t save.

We all never pay attention to our lives until is too late to realized we only live once.

A poem.

I was watching a youtube video about musicians who died too young. While their losses are tragic, it brings it home that they are as mortal as the rest of us. One day, we all slip off into eternity, we don’t know when that day may come. So the question, is are you ready?

A poem written just after midnight.

R.i.p to the kid who died in school.

Remembering Hurricane Katrina.

As once was green, soon shall be withered. Decaying with the descent into the season of cold.

When Pandora disobeyed Epimetheus’s order not to open her box, the gift given by Zeus, she released all the Evils known to man. The last remaining thing in the box was something not of Evil. It was of Good; and we call this Good by the name of Hope…….