Lying on the dresser, next to rusting tin and...
Beds a once perfectly crafted box of our...

A normal day or so it seemed
is where this play of ours sets scene...

I am yellow
My friend Tara is Red...

I used to know that i loved you
Now I'm not so sure...

(This is a poem that i wrote for english class, i...
A beautiful life...

When she walks through the halls
why are you always smiling...

When you told me, i didnt believe you
i thought that my body for you was a breakthrough...

I know that i have hurt you
and i am sorry...

What is this crazy thing that we call love?
What is it to you baby...

When i wake up in the morning you are the first...
I look into my mirror and i see the heart with...

Did i ever get the chance to tell you
that i love you...

Why not be a poet?
Who has felt the burning rush...