Three years ago, I was in the point of my life that I thought everything was gone. I find no hope, I find no peace. but now I know that the demise i’ve been waiting for is dying to my own self in order for me to have another life. =)

This is a poem about feeling sorrow when losing a loved one. Losing a loved one is difficult and often its hard to understand why they have to go so soon. Crying a little is alright and praying through the pain is the best way to cope.

Bugs are bad, but that chemical stank, whoooeeee.

A short piece of poetry I wrote for purely entertainment purposes. The poem is about taking all the lies a smalltown will feed you about being not good enough, and throwing it back in everyone’s face by rising up and becoming something greater than they ever believed you could be.

It is easy to understand that life is full of music right from the first breath of the baby to the last breath of the old person.

I hear the same old sound
of people groaning;
Same old sounds of cruel
death and mourning—-

You can’t see pass the dark lenses.

Something truly hard to explain.

When things get tough you turn and run.

Errie poem about heartache.