No matter how you say it, it’s still the same.

A poem of not knowing.

Sticks and stones my break my bones, but words will destroy my soul. But should those words be crafted well, then prosperity shall I know.

Words cut the deepest.

As you listen to a person talk, the words he uses often express his learning style.

It’s something i wrote after going through having chemo with a small chance of living and having my father not be there i was upset…

This poem just touch base on how the new roles of men and women has changed the way we date.

Spoken words about Fortunate.

From the past to the present.

Poem written in High School.