I try to share the positive not the negative.

One of my rather emo poems when I was still sixteen. It was written on 8:46 PM eight years ago and has one erasure. I don’t know what misfortunate event caused this. But I remembered utilizing this poem as one of my Values Education homeworks when I was uninspired.

It’s about Ed, eating air, grabbing fists full of water…

Remembering the days…

Shock therapy in reverse.

Poem about a man trapped in No Man’s Land.

Here I am trying to convey a feeling of helplessness. Watching everyone around me struggle, I would like to be able to help but I am unable too.

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Poem about an old lady who passes away with a lonely heart.

A prayer for strength amidst insurmountable odds.