Thoughts and parallels.

It was a vile and wicked crime and nobody could argue any different, but many people thought the perpetrator had been driven to madness by an uncaring landlord.

Cyrano de Bergerac, I don’t dare say I know how he felt but let me just say that I can relate to the circumstances. As for how this poem came about well I saw the girl, I saw the bee and then I only had to remember me; how I wish I could forget me. Bee Mine is simply what I have said for so many others but I have never had and never will; will someone kill the messenger…

Falling in love.

Learning not to speak.

On the first Noel, a star shone in the heavens, announcing the birth of Christ.

A poem asking God to guide me to do his will.

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A Short poem to share with that special someone that you spend time talking to online.

Lolz conversationsz.