This was written at around three thirty a.m one morning when I was really having trouble getting to sleep. So the construction and the rhyme is not pe..
This piece is about the same woman in the poem Passing, she was a wonderful woman. A woman who I only met a few times. But she left me with such great..
This piece is about death. I believe that we all have a spirit, and when we die, that the spirit leaves our bodies to watch over our loved ones. Until..
This poem was written in the bar, while drinking, but I was sat in the room watching everything going on around me, so it is just about what I viewed ..