Some people should stop being so judgemental. One day they too shall be judged.

Where are the lonely hearts?

Sometimes you can get lost within a dream.Sometimes you may never come back….

This poem was inspired by a postcard of a girl standing alone on a wooden bridge, smiling. I was so intrigued I just had to write about it.

What people say and what people do are two different things.

Ok, so this is a poem I wrote a couple of months back. It’s basicly about life and desision your faced with, feeling a bit clueless to a total wreck and then at the end you suddenly realise what it’s all about. so yeah, I hope you like it!

Talk if you can to the ear, but tell the things that there are in you. Near you, it is, he is your spiritual friend.

There are times we want to be heard and times we need to be heard and those times we will want to shout. We shout for different reasons, some more important than others.

In the midnight hour…

Just one more time dear.