Sometimes, I feel like I don’t know how to write anymore. I feel useless, like a piece of wrinkly paper being tossed knowing I am no longer needed.

New life flows when God is in the atmosphere.

More thoughts of my loved one.

There is always a small window of opportunity.

A frolic through fantasy and fairytale fusion. poetically presented and then with factual formulation, the sad reality is recognized and dealt with.

You should commit to your partner.

Someone experiencing a good day.

This poem was written when I was still searching for The real me.

A person that decides to change her persona and how she deals with things, showing herself as a new person to those that view her.

This is a true story about finding something special in life.For me it was a garden,though it could relate to anything special,any dream and if your determined enough you will always find what your looking for,as hidden as it may be!