I long to hear you say that you are mine.

Circumstances, sometimes beyond control, are evident in some cases of homelessness, but then again, sometimes hope is needed.

Misery holds you hostage.

This is a poem I wrote a few years ago, about an actor who experiences fame and fortune, yet never achieves his greatest desires, and suffers because of it. It’s not one of my happier poems, but I thought I might put it out anyway, as an example of my writing. I’ve never shown it to anyone until now. The poem reflects on how people can have so much success, and never be truly happy in their lives. Again, my apologies for it being so depressing.

In this world there are different types of humans. Evil, cruel, without mercy, care only for themselves and greedy! But also kind, willing to help others these people are a treasure. The Foureyed Poet.

This poem describes how "fame" can change a person and how a person can become miserable because of it and regret it as time goes on…and how it will always be a kind of bittersweet feeling we can’t seem to get rid of.

What dreams of a poor him he left a rich. That is this life, a struggle to survive.

Don’t see me, don’t ask, and for the love of everything don’t read this… why are you still reading this? Amass A Mask… I surely will so no one will see me at Kohl’s and yet they will and what I will become is not as ugly as my real face.

Another old poem to my collection :]

Poetry about angels, people, life and death.