They had reduced him to percentage points:
his uniqueness didn't come out...
As children often do,
I too, begged and pleaded...
Look at your hand- it's the world:
it's a part of you, it's defined...
There is a white tip to the rose's pedals
It exists in just a whisper; lost in a spin of...
Would you like to get to know me?
Well just look around...
:. This is a poem that I think a lot of people...
Life Is not Fair...
~~I wrote this poem when I came home from school...
Sometimes I think to myself...
Today morning i saw an old man crawling on the...
he had no legs,yet he wasn't seeking any help...
Gazing at the stars above
Twilight of the moon...
You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself...
Dear Life,
What you once gave me is what I don't need...
I am the shadows that only the blind can see,
The whisper of promise that only the deaf can...