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Candles burning brightly Shining on faces of friends, Guitars strumming lightly Wishing this never ends. Songs go round and round, Laughter float..

I awaken to the serenade Of the ocean's waves. Lying on a dock - all alone. The stars the only light gave. Standing, staring at a silent star. Fo..

Funny little robots sitting in a line, Standing up, sitting down all at the same time. Listening to a speaker speak words of assumed truths, Puttin..

A poem I wrote for my grandfather's funeral.

A story was being told, The words coming from me. So I looked over, so bold, To see what your reaction would be. But the eyes that met mine, Were..

Snow covers the ground and dusts the trees. Dark little birds fly wherever they please, Wild animals is what one sees, In the rolling hills of Step..

Why do the living live, but to die? What do the dying do, but sigh? How pointless this charade seems. Life and Death on opposite teams. With eight..

There once was a man, That decided that life was just too long. He put on hope and happiness a ban, Because his saddness was just too strong. He..

A child's eye sees things so clear, Their lives are free from hate or fear. Things that we ourselves can't see, Is how a child views the world to b..

Have you ever layed in your bed, staring up at the ceiling? Just sitting and staring, until you've lost all feeling? Your mind flies to the dark..