a young boy around 8 years-old went to the library and would look through the shelves

It’s 6:00am in the morning and it… I arrive on the second floor and w… to the door marked with big red letters you can’t miss, 'chemother… My hand tentatively grabs

I wish I could hold you. I wish I could let you cry it all… I wish... But I can’t. I can’t make it all better.

Some say that romance is too old f… Flowers and Roses no longer exist… Some say it’s not connected to any… Romance has been digitalized But still today,

It is a perfect path with well-cut… that leads you right along the twi… and tortuous corridors up to the e… or to the silent center of a maze. Here sunlight hardly enters, light…

As I sit on the rocks in the cent… It’s waters surge on all sides. While I take a moment to assimila… Somewhere under the sundown sky is… It is my paradise of eternal tranq…

What is poetry? To me it is life’s meaning with words. Perhaps somewhere in there is the definition of my heart shutting down poetry. See... Poetry is like a burning candle. While there...

Every friend I have known says the same things about me. “I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.” All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I cam...

I am going to tell you the story of two boys who in their youth used to serenade the same girl. Time separated them and it was also the time that brought them together again and this is...