There are some people whose point of view you cannot change.

Inspired by a class project.

A broken heart takes a long time to start to repair and forgive.

Silly Poem.

I’ve always wanted to know what it was to be a lawyer or prosecutor. This came to me when I felt like thinking about Communism and the punishment in some countries for seemingly innocuous behavior.

I wrote this shortly after I got dumped.

I notice everyday myself and others doing these things and it drives me insane.

Do authors mean to symbolize, to analyze, to criticize? Do we write what we write because we consciously add it, or is something in our subconscious working behind the lines? Sometimes, a poem is just a poem, and there’s no hidden meaning.

An old man has to choose between being youthful again or reminiscence. As he his being questioned bot he and his inquirer have a spitting contest to see who is more accurate.

A poem about slavery.