I do not understand how a partner can keep on giving the other chance after chance when the persist in being reckless with their heart.

Thinking about pollution.

Moving on from a relationship can be harder to do then first thought.

Who will clean the wastes of the society and the individuals?

If you haven’t got anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all.

Same as some of you, I will not pay much attention on something useless. Nevertheless when I find those things are useful, they has been already thrown into the rubbish bin!

Nothing but scraps and scars make up Earth…

A poem About a childs Exercise Book.

This is just the imagery that came to mind when I watched the Shock-In-Awe attack on tv, a few years back. I don’t want to get into a war or politics discussion with anyone. I was just giving a poetic description of it.

Finding refuge in beauty.