A prisoner trapped behind the bars of society.
That is what I am. Do I have the freedom that is promised to me?
Judged by my peers. Stereotyped by society.
A budding rose cannot bloom without the water and... more »
You all my all, my everything.
You make the sun shine, and birds sing.
You are the beauty of the world.
You are my Savior, and my Lord.... more »
The Writer's Mind
Blank paper staring up at me. Intimidating.
It's mocking me, taunting me,
"You cannot write, you do not know what to write."
Pick up a pen. Scrible. Doodle.... more »