It is horrible being in the pits of depression.

When someone is hell-bent on doing their own thing there is nothing you can do to stop them.

The stages of life are like a butterfly going through it’s life’s cycle. It’s a mountainous endeavour to go full circle.

What do you do when people, events, or situations, bring up painful memories of the past.

This is about our life out here on this world wherein we are dancers who dance various steps to entertain the Creator and in return get judged for it….

Poem.

Memory of youth and season are all brought back by scent and sound.

Poem.

Here we go again, another horror poem – you would think I am becoming a pro at it or something.This poem is about rage and to what extent it can actually take hold of someone. People who were once normal, who have been pushed too far can dramatically change by letting evil into their hearts.
I enjoy writing horror as well as horror poetry because the human mind will never cease to be fascinated by the unknown.

The theory of chess playing and life……