Maturing is a part of growing up, just dont drag it out too long.

So much to do and so little time to do it in.

The darkness inside.

A poem about loss with an explanatory note of why it was written.

Don’t let problems overflow and stew.

Poem about why the poor complain.

If something is great and good for you, do not try and pick it apart to unravel its mystery.

You only get two shots at a parent-child relationship. When you lose a parent, nothing can ever bring that back.

Authentic hearts…

Poem.