School thoughts and feelings and beginning of year.

The whole world is a playground.

Poem from “The Deep Dark Sweet Rantings of a Yeshua Freak” by Lady Frangelica Seraphica Zen.

Hello friends, this poem is for all…

This picture shows a loving dog, taking care of a beautiful baby, but what are they both thinking?

We all have our inner issues that we’re faced with acknowledging and evolving from. But the only way we evolve from it is by going through "the shit" of it. This is for those who have gone through or are going through "the shit."

A poem about the new town-building project which is using an old sledding playground to build hotels and other residential buildings, called "Palas".

Pushing out memories is easy if you throw them to the wind in the garage sale of your mind.

The school playground can be one of the most hostile environments that we ever to endure. Yet here be marvels too.

Logic doesn’t really have a role to play in love.