I have not written any poems in a while. I need to start again

(I wrote this on my mission trip in Panama ( Read more... )

(I wrote this when the bus broke down on the way to the Sacramento ATF ( Read more... )

This is a poem I wrote for my sister core for V-Day on monday. At the honor Academy you are put into cores and each core is like two rooms of interns. Each guy core has two sister cores who we hang out with a certain times and we treat them like they are our sisters. We gave them a neat looking key with each poem. Also we burnt the edges of this ( Read more... )

So now I have a total of 23 peoms. Two journals pages of stuff from my head.

To much,
Fingers slow to type,
Running out of...,
It has left my dry,
Spacing to nothing,
Sluggish in my step,
I falter,
No desire,
No more fire.

Lulling off to sleep,
No rest for this soul,
Head resting on this desk,
One eye open,
Half dead,
My will has smoldered,
None left,
It is no more.

Press on,
For the sake,
Of pressing on.

As I wake ( Read more... )

Here is the link to my book that I am writing.

http://www.xanga.com/Simply_His_child

Your love I seek ( Read more... )

You are mine ( Read more... )