Where does one start his journey t… If a picture is worth a thousand, nowadays in public housing, it would only say, “In God We Tr… But it is never enough,

It’s the dollar bill that kills cheap thoughts been bought from the man that said you cant

Write a poem, just another one, Another minute Another death, an unappreciated br… Just the two of us, my heart, your…

Stowaways, each and every one of u… All in an accident, A collection of particle dust There’s an infinity to be observed Where no sound is heard

The more things change The more I feel strange The times on my mind Are hard to find real But somehow still remains

There was a time, a story, and a t… A eager girl clung to a trunk and… Motors rumbled the mind of a man b… Bells struck, as did hammers, the… His cries unheard, climbing anothe…

i see past the horizon, beyond the… If people only knew how fast a min… These blue eyes see past grey skie…

To be a poet. Is it knowing self-worth? If that is truly something, It wasn’t given at birth. Words are sharp, they cut like kni…