This poem is about being bipolar and giving into a state of mania when you stop taking your medication.

A poem that in no uncertain terms, breaks down our current state of being to humanity.

Where would we be without Love that anoints our lives and, promoting and preserving values that we cherish. In spite of the intrusion of hate and malice, love continues to prevail, without which this planet would self-destruct and humanity itself would perish.

True stories of True stupidity.

This poem is about how a world is made up of luck that’s entirely made up and how people take good things for granted.

These are the moments I am living to die for. A moment at the grocery store.

I just want to share my experience with postnatal depression.

Anger of an animal on attack. The anger of addictions. Anger to fight, destruction towards oneself.