On rare occasions I will hear
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger...
Let the wind abide you by your touch.
Your sensation, ever much...
I hate the way you..
talk to me as if everything all right...
My answer to my problems was suicide
how i wanted to die was hard to decide...
This is a poem to my sister Karli
who always puts me before...
In just one minute
A father beats his son...
When I think about life and all it's creation and...
This problem has turned into a mess
I really want to confess...
I've watched the path's i've taken. I'm not sure...
I've watcheed love happen...
What is nature without her mysteries? An ageless...
It is I who will initiate, as it is fair of me an...
Dont call me a b---h, a prep, or a w---e
Stay out of the way, its my turn to score...
* This poem isn’t about me, but it relates...
You think you got it bad, don’t you...