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Dirt carried by the wind, Along with the well wishes you sent. The birds struggle flying through, Swear they're headed towards you. Daydream..

I got lost in her eyes, I felt guilty -guilt prevented further exploration and left me wanting.

The pen stares back, I try try to relax, Unwind, crack my knuckles. The mad man inside my head chuckles and so it begins. The paper grins, The..

Sitting in corner, A writer, a poet, a bit of a loner. Writing what he writes, talking about what he loves, lips that cause pain, mistakes he'll..

I'm sitting in the sand, seeing how the waves search for land. The beach has been cleared, a storm is near And there's a high tide, cowards ran..

Forecast calls for 90% humidity. South Beach is occupied by sweaty tourist and obnoxious high schoolers. There's salt in the air, sand in my..

My old Higschool english teacher.

Inside an old CD case, There's a letter you keep. Folded, riddled with crease upon crease. Commited to paper, those feelings you hid. ..

Smiles must be earned, That's what I've learned. Kind words are rare these days And love seldom stays. Still, rain inspires, My mind conspires ..

Sometimes I use words to fill The page, posing as prose, Yet lacking purpose, Like an ink spill. Sometimes I speak of nothing, Still you questio..