Poem.

Yes, grass. A free verse poem about teenagers sneaking and smoking….

That strange event made me change my concept on life! The Foureyed Poet.

A poem that I wrote about personal experience.

Man is rapidly destroying his natural world in the name of progress! The Foureyed Poet.

An adventure of a crazy couple.

Doodling around in English class today. Teacher was talking about king lear, she mentioned something about Gazing and it lead to this.

The blue haze of my dreamscape faded into the black of my darkened room.

Children are so lovely.

Just another one of my poems.