The sun up high does shine too bright
upon a daffodil in sight...

a teen with tiny feet
has been so meany mean...

God, Please, in this journey of life
luminate our minds so we may see what's ahead of...

Please, awake me from my sorrowful slumber.
This pain incrusted in my chest...

What did you do?
I shot the sky with my rifle...

Some things you just can’t speak about
Autumn comes after a hot Summer...

I've written poems about love and hate
so many poems that my mind lost count...

A writer
pens a book...

To be like some bugs...
Oh and be squashed by feet...

one drop...

So I want to rhyme, is that a crime?
I can assure you is not a waste of time...

Inside of this huge mug I call my world
I am the size of a small bug...