This poem describes how I "lose myself" in thought and how now, since my thoughts are fading away, I keep thinking about all the time I’ve lost and how I am going to make up for that time being lost and start fresh.

The best things this year will be created by You,
a result of both what you do and how you are being.

The numbers on a calendar do not make a year,
and moments in our lives are not marked.
Each come to us as the other -
to see what we make of them,
and what we are made of.

A small poem asking pertinent questions of a lost love. Can you move on from here without having those questions answered? Or are you doomed to repeat your errors over and over again?

A breakup poem.

A poem.

A brief story of the thing I had cherished the most…

I wrote this when people around me stopped believing me and my abilities. I know the ways which I choose are right. Its hard when all my people dear and close to me stop believing in me, and it gets harder when they don’t allow me to do what I want to do, Its my dream why they don’t understand it I believe god created everyone with a purpose and a goal to achieve…..

Love is a feeling. Feeling it is more than loving. People may seem to get what it takes just to get convinced that it wouldn’t last…

This is a draft version of poem from my anthology "Inside Out" describing the inner vs the outer experiences and troubles of life. Plughole describes the stuggling protagonist of the collection who is nearing the end of her tether.

About losing everything you once had,and the journey and right frame of mind you need to get it all back…