This poem was written some time ago and I never got around to finding the time publishing it. This came off of a certain image that I saw when I was out and about in my hometown of Brooklyn and it gave me that sense in which was the inspiration to this poem. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

I haven’t deciphered what I am trying to say here yet in its entirety.

Something that I’ve been working with lately is how poetry relates to me and how I feel about it. In some cases, even the most simplest of poems are the most complex. Which is why, I like to stick to basics in regards to content so I don’t lose my readers. I also put some of my sarcasm into this poem as well. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

On the table you get salt and sugar in the morning and salt and pepper in the evening. Salt is white color. Sugar can be white or brown color therefore boys are salt and girls are sugar. Pepper is usually grey or black and reminds of the good days on the French coast and the glamour in the West Indies.

This poem was made shortly after “Christmas Mourning” but I decided to wait in order to publish it and wait until Christmas to officially publish it. I want to shout out to my readers with a Merry Christmas! And maybe a look into how I see Christmas through my eyes. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

Lately, I’ve been practicing how to create character plots to help strengthen my overall style of writing in regards to character-making. I tried to pull off with something with a message tied to it. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

This random little poem came out of experimenting with a different style of writing. I designed the poem as in the form of a math problem, but its relations and metaphors hold in the form of literature and philosophy. I’ll leave it to the reader to figure out the rest. Comments are open.

A strangely enjoyable poem of mine that I’ve been working on. This took me a little while to write this one but overall, I put a lot of strange things in this poem that ultimately lead up to something that mankind cannot do without. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.

This is a poem that I made from the vision of what I view as "Mother Nature". But now that the seasons are changing, I decided to make an environment of beauty. The result is this poem. Comments are open.

This poem I wrote while ago. Somewhere in October but I didn’t publish it right away. This actually sounds somewhat of a song but I guess that is how I built it. Other than that, I built it off of metaphors of how I perceived as feelings before a relationship begins to take hold. I’ll leave it to the reader. Comments are open.