A poem that I wrote for English class on Mona Lisa. I know why she doesn’t smile.

This is a mystery poem.

When peace eludes one and he is in despair, there is always a reassuring voice from within. It beats my imagination when people loose out in life simply because they think the world has fallen on them. Beloved, there is always a place to anchor your faith in time of distress. It is in him that died for you.

Fire Service Friends risk their lives for our lives. We should be always grateful to their service.

I feel that this piece is for everyone no acceptions because everyone has felt some form of despair or distress.

Something important about talent.

Painful it maybe but the truth opens a new horizon where you could have a brand new start…

I try to share the positive not the negative.

For "Her."

This is an untitled poem I wrote on 2-9-11.