This poem is all about the Philippines’ call for release from corruption and selfishness.

In this world there are different types of humans. Evil, cruel, without mercy, care only for themselves and greedy! But also kind, willing to help others these people are a treasure. The Foureyed Poet.

A struggle in the years of a teenager – The bigger picture always blurred. Tunnel vision.

You were nowhere in sight.

Hi guys and girls out there here is another poem I have wrote from today to how I have felt in the past emotions wise and mentally wise as overcoming it and helping others with it! Enjoy Happy Reading! Any comments and feedback on my poetry would be appreciated! (:

There are different kinds of sufferings by humans. But the author takes on a
type of suffering viewing from a different perspective.

What pain means.

Stop the pain to the children.

Rumors, assumptions, lies, that ravage the soul and turn the heart to ice; how do you deal with them, especially when it is directed at you or those you love? Gossip, the destructive tongue, it is more cutting than an icy blizzard wind. Read more…

Poem of an orphan.