Different strokes, different folks.
Chalk is short lived. Spelling my name consumes half the stick. Clumsy chalk, showing your true colors to the world so they can spread...
I'm not a teenager anymore!!!
My birthday was over a month ago and I was blessed to see twenty years old. For those that don't know my birthday was the eleventh of...
Hey there Sun.
The morning time.......not always when you first wake up but the mornings that you just so happen to catch in your life. Getting up and...


#yourturn
I suppose a blog is meant to be tended to often. Lol, I even used SIRI to tell me the definition. Well a conversation of sorts.... Well I...


My newest poem "Plain Jane"
Her 9 to 5 Job Familiar Drive for years Her hair never seems to grow Shoes, bright as snow Same clothes, same old Plain Jane Gathering...
A walk on the beach
I see the tracks behind me. I look back and there are a few Walking and running are different should I burn rubber i wont see my first...


"Parents" poem from my up coming book!!!
Parents The only people that will use both hands to split your skull in half and shovel buckets of them in. You fight to finally close...
Happy New Years!!!!!
Hands “Can you hold my hand?” she said. “Why are you scared?” he asked. She grips his hand and turns to him. She looks him in his eyes...


A snip-it of "The Inner Ocean"
" I Love the water, the ocean, to be specific. I watch as the sun dances with the reflections. Dive deeper and you’ll find that it is...















