You were so cruel.

You were trapped in a self inflicted prison.

A sad haiku. Maybe losing is bad, maybe it isn’t, when we just smile.

You made. I played.

This tells the story of a fictional Dinosaur called the "Poodonkus" and how the struggles he encountered 160 million years ago.

You were too cold for love.

It is time for our love to start.

This was a prompt for a picture of a swing. I just gave it a story and added something personal to it.

Self-control, wisdom, fight, truth, win.

Another poem I wrote, awhile back. It’s about the act of crying. What are tears really for?