This was hard for me to write.

A poem for people who suffer from drug addiction, and are conscious.

A man remembers the word his mother told him as a youth.

How a dog would think while crossing a busy road.

Sort of, how I feel.

A self-reflective poem.

Help cos u can!

A poem I wrote on the thoughts of how the past always comes back to haunt a person, and how the fear of the future can render one from advancing.

You can find more of my work on DeviantArt, login name is dragon12907.

A poem about Death, written in a moment of temporary insanity.

All mankind have two compulsory phases in life, they are birth and death. In the face of these two passages, we are all equal.