Self reflections in a reflection. What do you see?

Poem about going from the height of ecstasy to the depths of uncertainty.

Figure this one out.

A quote to signify that dreams and nightmares go hand in hand, and that we can see ourselves failing before we’ve even begun.

She has thought of these. Have you given these any thought?

Freestyling on a tuesday night what came out was pure whatever.

This is a poem about the economy and how Barack Obama seems to be making matters worse. America wants change and the time is now!

Was walking down the hall way feeling empty earlier in the month and it felt like there was no one around. No sounds, no sight, no feel. Like I was surrounded by nothing. So I thought this would become a nice little poem.

I hope that whatever makes you, whoever you are out there, feel this way. Rather its love like it was for me, or issues at home, with friends, or with anything, that there are others out here with the same feelings and thoughts. Connect and enjoy the others presence.

When love fades.

This is about a girl who had a feeling for this guy, who cares enough for him, but this guy doesn’t even seems to bother.