Climbing a mountain was such a wonderful feeling,
The view was so majestic yet also scary...
time is running free
not shackled by me...
pen and nib, ink well and blotting paper
small boy and short pants...
addiction kills, it’s just a matter of time
rotten and festering, in the tears of lost hope...
we have a type of radar at work within us
some would call it intuition...
metaphors, imagery, and hyperbole are a poets...
articulating the ‘interruptions’ of pure...
Time will pass away
Savour your life before it's...
I found my self growing up.
At 1-11 years old, I was a child and playing...
It's like walking outside
When it starts to rain...
It's not worth getting mad
When things might go wrong...
Experience tells you what to do
Confidence allows you to do it...
Preface
At a river I stand...