There is no other way, but I do not want to go.

My first piece is a free style poem of passionate love that describes each emotion a female may have during intercourse.

A poem written for love and passion.

A haiku.

Poetry is my solace. It never gets tired of listening to my screams and shouts.

A poem to ponder.

The little girl lived in a hut a few yards left to his house. Her mother sold vegetables and her father worked in a local stone quarry. The little girl was more than five years old but the parents had decided against sending her to school.

The sky bleeds.

A tear-jerking story of a young boy’s adventure into a love that could not last.

This is a poem about every 21 year old out there having fun.