The only permanent in this world are the memories. It can never be change ,forever it will be..

About teenage poetry on suicide and eternal happiness.

Remember playing Boo with your little child?

Nothing would be left in this world, all will go except our photographs and memories.

You can fool others, but you can never fool yourself.

Things used to be great.

This is a humorous poem about whether a person should get a face lift or not. It ends up stating that a person should make up their own mind regarding this matter.

Doesn’t take much to succeed…

Feathers scatter, from wings aflutter, as a crow caws…

A poem of the unknown.