Tim Holtman

Poem -

a philosophy to live by

In my out stretched hand I can see the world and all of its intricate workings.

But it is inside my...

Poem -

a life worth living

A single tear falls weepingly down my sullen face
As I grope in the air begging for forgiveness to a...

Poem -

glancing out

I hate you
No particular reason why
I just do, it's how it is I suppose
You are like...