This is a poetry.

This is a poem I wrote just today (February 6, 2012) about the anxiety of my days I have been juggling since I have been on "medical leave" from work, waiting for worker’s compensation to kick in.

You were tortured by your own insanity.

What I think love is.

A poem regarding the shackles of the mind in the form of factual vs ideals.

Twenty-two year old Elaine Jones is afraid of her past, blocking it away in the deepest part of her mind. That is, until the arrival of an important person in her life comes by. What will the outcome of their meeting result in?

Abstract Poem.

When your love lies and you are filled with pain, there is nothing to do but stand in the rain.

Your pain was far too intense.

This is a poem about a Vicar who was Gay.