Eighteen and a rebel stating my place
wrapped in the arms of my parents embrace...
I took you all at around 12 to 13 years of age...
Spinning in circles upon the water. Yet things...
795, an Ode to Mom and Dad
If I could turn back the calendar...
Mystical, maddingly crazy
other times...
I've been lying to myself
for the sake of my child...
Give me some extra time,
Making my thoughts seem sublime...
He lived in darkness
And when he finds his way out...
Again I reminisce of stories you told me..
...into the bunker...
7-22-15
To my dearest papa...
T o my fellow poets, who
H elp me improve myself and...
It's not my favourite colour.
But it's my favourite on you...
when everything has turned to grey
know that i’ll be here to stay...