Desperation… population me, yeah Stephen King killed a lot of people in that town and here I am all alone, boy, monster, or whatever. Crave A Babe… if anything I just want somebody, need somebody; now if only there were a business for this?

We are humans who only want to know our worth. The love we get out of our loving is a gift that can be shared forever.

This is a personal poem about my hang-ups in writing.

Wrote the lyrics for somebody else’s song, hope you like it.

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You are the angel from my nightmare.

There are moments when the whole world is wrong, when you are broken into thousands of pieces, when the only thing you see is darkness. Here are those moments.

A poem about not realizing what you had until it is gone.

Who I love.