Not Every Memory Waits To Be Recalled (Poetry) - 12/31/2012 7:58:30 PM
This thing named me,
And there is work to do here
Is why I want to believe
And just that. I must challenge the way, however, beware
Any more,
and to watch out
For being here, for I cannot stop,
as I could
As my time in a weak soul
Can gasp the void of perpetually.
Losing You (Poetry) - 2/16/2009 5:53:16 PM
This is Sad.
