Short Blues Song.

This poem depicts someone who is getting up in age and losing their signs of youth. What was once the image starring back from the mirror is now a different person who has aged. This person is not handling this part of life well and is resentful, but knows it is the natural part of life.

A poem inspired by my favourite book.

Vanity knows no bounds.

Poem.

Another ode to an ex, and let him stay forever that way…

Everybody knows the type, it can be either a woman or a man.

Depression personified literally.

Stuck in the middle with you.

We are not islands unto ourselves, Whenever possible, we must help those that are in dire need, in order that we may witness a better world in which peace and goodwill can reign supreme; where hunger should be a thing of the past, with love rooted in the “soils” of human endeavors, so that gleanings of the harvest thereof can be shared by one and all.