You and I belong in the past.

A normally beautiful place ruin by someone else careless behavior.

Life seemed meaningless when suffering raging.

A mother’s choice to terminate her pregnancy has a lousy downside, and she remembers forever.

It is very rare to appreciate a trash.

Who picks up the trash we pass every day? Do you?

A letter to A piece of paper.

What is the point in trying to trash another persons name.

You are so full of hate.

This is a poem that I feel is true, that the world has turned upside down all over again and again also that people has neglected the Earth.I think this is a fact that everyone should work on and improve on every thing on and in it.