Obuma is an ass, and abomination, and he is destroying the strongest civilization in history by circumventing all law! Wake up, people, before this asinine coward wreaks total havoc, and we live plainer than the Amish!

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Still I see soot own eyes,

A wife encourages a despondent husband that is a chimney sweep not to be so blue. Instead, he should change his overalls, take a shower, put on some music, and dance with her.

Most of my poetry was done when I was feeling sad, so I apologise if anyone gets bored of how my poems seem to be sad, but at the times I wrote these I was generally a sad individual.

This is a poem I wrote when I was about 16. I’ve been bullied all of my life, and I suppose writing was the only way that I could stop myself from doing something that I regretted. This poem hurts me a lot to read, because it reminds me of the times I try so hard to forget.

The first inks were made from water colored with berries and other plant juice.

The value of a friendship.

Another poem.

Go after your dream, because every dream that is within you is well worth it.

Just an idea that I’ve had in my mind, and now I’m presenting it. Hope the viewers like it.