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Homeless old woman Tattered and torn, Weathered and worn. She lives in the street, No shoes on her feet. They call her “Old Hag&rdquo..

Our backs against the wall, Forever, so it seems. It’s always been this way. We wish it were a dream. Branded from the start, Labeled ch..

In memory of lives lost on 9-11

Yes, I am a wildlife enthusiast and a tree hugger.... and proud of it!

Echoes of what was once before….. A room that was once so full of life, Now seems cold and empty, like a harsh winter’s night. Faint..

Emotional suicide a poem by SJ Sinister Bleeding thoughts seep from my soul The binding has come loose. Like pages of an ancient book, A slipp..

I wrote this poem for a young, male friend of mine who is battling Leukemia. He is a tireless and loving soul!

I wrote this poem for a dear friend of mine after he lost his beloved Nana. I was even more moved when I learned he read it aloud at her Eulogy....

Malevolance A heartfelt smile Lost in a frown Unbending dominance My freewill bound. Foreboding thoughts ..

"Why Do I Have to Make My Bed" Why do I have to make my bed? Is it because that someone said?Who is this soul, I'd love to know, For to the..