This is a poem I wrote just days ago…I was inspired by an article I read about a past life memory which is similar to a dream that I had back in college…I’m not sure if it’s my past life surfacing but at that time I met someone whom I had strong connection with…

Reincarnation is a romantic idea that many believe is true. Do you believe?

Do you know what are the possibilities of your next life?

When we left our heroian she had met a man at the party but as her jelous excort grabbed her arm and took her home to have yet another agrument, she lets him know she didn’t want to be with him anymore the same time his father requested him to take a trip. She tells them they are through. Let’s see what happens next.

Threasa’s parents died at a young age. Master Alstaf took her in as a maid. She worked her way up to become a member of the household. Getting use to being called Lady Threasa she has come to date the older brother Malici. She relizes that this man isn’t what she wants.

A poem about whether or not a memory is real.

Personal thoughts of how life is changing and how we lose our past.

This is a story about one who was able to see her future through the present. Will she be able to undergo that future of her?

Poem on past life,native american.

A poem about how real dreams can seem.