Maybe I’m better off not saying anything, guys talk about sex all the time and get girls that love them; I choose love and no girl even likes me, not to mention what happened with “Sweetness” Hushing Love… a better chance of silencing my heart.

A lullaby: I shall see you again.

How I love her.

Sometimes all you can say is please.

Another poem from my little book of big bugbears! Man this guy’s loud….theres no need I tell you!

A poem I recall my mother recited many times throughout my life with full dramatization.

When the earth has tired and needs to sleep the words of fall begin to speak.

A really short poem; but not actually a haiku. It describes the immediate feeling of someone left alone unexpectedly.

A poem inspired by a sad love story.

The 2nd short I wrote in the series “Hush”.