Life can be filled with joys but sometimes things in out of order and you just need to take a much needed break from it all.

Migraines seem to hold me captive, but one day I will be free of them.

A poem from my schooling.

Short poem.

Everyone has some sort of struggle that happens within themselves.

Circumstances, sometimes beyond control, are evident in some cases of homelessness, but then again, sometimes hope is needed.

Poems, try, hardship, failure, success.

Karma comes to everybody.

A poem about winter from the perspective of a homeless man.

We have such a special friendship.