A descriptive essay of a taxi ride through Damascus. Originally submitted as a homework assignment for an AP Language and Composition class.

A dirty secret rots from the inside out.

Ok, I’m not sure why I’ve taken to writing songs lately, but here’s another one. Again, there’s no music actually written to this. Now, the problem here is that, I have a tune in my head.

I have seen first hand via a job how real and destructive an addiction can be.

This is another short poem I wrote, hope you enjoy…

Death is sentenced… murder is wrong.

Everyday ways to be an awesome member of your family.

Billy was a dirty boy. Then one day he had a visit from Captain Hygiene.

RIP, Dragomir. I’m sorry you couldn’t have died in a more heroic way.

This is a poem I wrote during science class and fixed up later that night. It’s about failing to acheive your dreams and throwing them away.