Not much of a poem. More like heart-filled stanzases. I was hurting and felt like no one cared and no one was willing to try.

A poem about the people who ask for help but go unheard.

An original poem by me written in a time of depression.

An original poem by me asking a few of life’s many questions.

Another work

The whole point in faith is its uncertainty.

A poem on a not so friendly ghost that steals bodies.

A short poem I wrote… a bit on the dark side. Its meaning is up to your interpretation.

These lines describes an unseen friend, who has never met the poet but still is his good friend..

You may not know what’s inside you unless something pops out, in every one of us there is at least something we fear or tainted that causes problems. To some they ignore it and act like it’s not there but to others it is there in all it’s colors.