Problems are transitory.

Reality can be nightmarish.

The 3rd poem in my 100 day effort. It was half written between midnight and one AM this morning. I finished it when I called my grandma to check my facts this afternoon. I found out that my grandma is a neat lady, who has had a very interesting life.

Just a poem I got to writing right after I left my sweetheart,back to my country for school. I miss her so much!
It is about the last day of my stay there,I called her over for lunch,and made a Ratatouille that was quite the first meal I prepared for her.
And then ended in a very sad goodbye.

Everyone deserves a shot at happiness.

Poem.

This poem expresses the toll that an addict has upon the people that surround them. It explains from a loving stand point, the change that happens when someone is exposed to someone who slowly kills themselves with drugs.

Are all relationships doomed to fail?

The difference in two friend’s Christmas.

Life is a gift, just be glad your absent loved ones existed.