Every living thing that dies, tends to decompose back to Earth, like a never ending circle. We are a part of it as much as it is a part of us, we are one.

Reality can sometimes be too harsh…

This poem was made for those who become victims of the eruption of Mount Merapi, and that all of Indonesia grieve for them.

There are those that walk through their lives seemingly without purpose, not knowing who they are or what they believe in. They tend to seek the advice of those that haven’t a clue and in the same boat as they are, and detest advice from those that do have the knowledge to really help them.

Some deaths are far too painful to grieve.

A woman who inspired a lot of people, who made a diffrence and who would be missed dearly.

A poison thorn can burst your bubble.

Another poem.

I wrote this about my Grandma, but I am sure there are a lot who miss someone this year. I am sorry for your loss.

A poem about remorse and regret after an unintentional error.