I wonder if it is the most peaceful way to go, dying in your sleep.

Playing dress-up.

A simple request…

A poem about how dreams have a deeper meaning than just pictures in our heads as we sleep.

I long to be kissed by heaven.

A leader lecturing it’s army. Mean’t for play, but too lazy to make the oh’s and the ah’s in it.

Poetry.

For remembering those nights long gone.

A Song My Old Band Performed At My School’s Talent Show.

A poem.