I can’t believe you are in shock.

A poem I made about leaving another world behind to find inner peace.

I saw you crying.

Luck will change hands.

A poem depicting me at a loss for the love of my life.

You will never change.

Isn’t the Mojave, or the Sahara just a beautiful, arid place? A wonder!

On the beach,walk two friends…

Just because someone says watch out, doesn’t mean you shouldn’t! Always check things out!

Such a beautiful day on that sandy beach, until I found the corpse! The Foureyed Poet.