A view point from a helicopter pilot from Vietnam.

A brief take on what happens when we don’t write what we feel when we feel it.

This is just a current state of mind poem.

The tender whispers inside someone’s head.

While protecting ourselves from the trillion voices daily clamouring for our attention, do we inadvertently tune out the Voice that really matters?

This poem is about my loneliness… being alone forever…

Inspiration from a haunted house.

Urm… well basically this poem is about the voice I hear sometimes… do not worry I am not mad

Paranoid is a poem about someone who is experiencing odd occurrences in their house and it making them paranoid.

A short poem that I would like to share with you.