A short poem.

The moon sees all…

Sometimes it is a good thing, other times it is bad. It can be used as a gift or a weapon.

My Vampire Tales.

Poetry as expressive therapy.

Africa is home to the animals were humans will try and take over.

A long poem somewhere between Indiana Jones and the Adam and Eve myth.

It humans were meant to be alone, they would not have the memory to miss others or the ability to form relationships.

Just a simple poem on the lies humans have submerged themselves in.

We all have a hourglass full of fine sand that represents our lives.