Jul 12, 20181 minA Slave to DreamsWhy do I sit here? Trying to imagine my name in lights. Fireworks, KABOOM, and the cheers sweep me away. The rain hits my face and and...
Feb 9, 20071 minRoutine BluesOur schedules rule us. It is a fact. It is a constant check with the clock, chained to certain times. Although routines are great, it is...
Nov 2, 20062 minGrowing Up.Writing this poem as a 16 year old brings back memories. I did have a lot of growing up to do at that age, but I believe that even then I...