I don’t believe you can be intimate with someone without feeling affection.

The honest truth is not always the one you want to hear.

I suffer from depression and endured years of bullying at school, usually at the hands of my so-called friends. Girls are mean. As much as I hated them, I came to hate myself more for being unable to stop their tormenting behavior. This poem captures some of the feelings.

It is only natural to gravitate towards something that you know will be good for you.

A 60 word story.

About heart-break.

An abuse poem.

He who is lost shall not stay lost forever.

Charles Bronson is his own worst enemy.

The proof of my goodness…