I always wondered what death felt likeYet I never did have the courageTo find outThat was before one horrible eventThis one event changed my actions,M..
As I look out upon the field of wheatI wonder how it would be to feel the windSoftly blowing through my hairHaving nothing to worry aboutNo place to b..
My sister Noxtala wrote this beautiful poem. She is allowing me to post it here. I was wondering if all of you would be will to leave comments and let..
How does one not know that there are manyPeople among us have been shatteredCould it simply be that we are blindOr is it that we have come to terms th..