Death is part of living.

I live in a low income apartment complex. When it snows ech tenant is suppose to shovel their own little sidewalk. Well last night we got at least a foot of snow and it is still snowing. I shoveled my sidewalk already. But when the kids come out I’ll probably have to reshovel my sidwalk. Some parents don’t want their little kids messing up their shoveled sidewalk, so they mess mine up. That is being totally disrespectful and against the lease everyone signs. Yet those few parents don’t care.

There must be a better way to get your work published and get decent payment for it.

Common courtesy…

Obviously a rant about someone who really pissed me off.

This poem is about a relationship I had that I was too blinded by my feelings. I made the mistake of getting with the wrong person. I asked for them back even though they didn’t deserve my love.