An experience.

Poetry of pain and love.

Poem of a time in my life
describing a past love.

If the person makes good use of their thoughts to change their environment and the world.

A poem that I just had some fun with, I had a lot on my mind when I wrote it and I needed to vent.

One can learn the important lessons of life from simple looking tailoring classes.

Quick poem about suicide.

Life’s tapestries are spun with threads of pain and pleasure.

I was thinking of something my grand father said to me years ago when I felt bad for having rough hands he said to me calluses are earned soft hands aren’t when I felt like I didn’t belong because I had to work hard instead of having things handed to me like my cousin.

-A.N.Trani.