You slipped away into eternal peace.

Hating me own kind… the blood that rushes through my veins, other black people, and most definitely my Hardee’s uniform; to think red and black are my favorite colors. Six Dollar Clowns… I don’t want to be one; personally I hope they see this, to be fired.

Memories that don’t even exist anymore.. .

The first song I wrote. Tell me what you think! .

Somebody balls,somebody bats…

Sometimes you can’t stop tears once they start falling.

It takes a long time to accept when someone has gone.

A short poem I wrote, describing a day when I had nothing else to do but write.

The biography of the brave soldier, Jonathan Netanyahu.

(Appendix for One Million Things You Don’t Need In Your Life. Step Six)
If you don’t like rain, stay home and write poems about it I did and ended up with 30 lines of philosophy in this poem. Funny, huh! If you do not believe me, you can count…