The living Dead You say you're alive but you are not. Your heart is cold and black as the night,...
A Poet's open heart, and who is a poet? And what is a poem? Poets are not self-made, they are a chosen...
A new deliver Tell me can you hear, can you hear it, it's coming breaking through the unknown...
Man's man's life is but a dream his life is but a vapor. Like the early morning dew that is fresh in the...
Broken broken on the inside
Our eyes are but a window to our souls. They're the gates that...
Hidden love is an eclipse of the heart My pen writes about what the heart will not. Our hearts are...
A Mothers open heart
People come and go, good mother's always show. Even though others...