I close my eyes it's hard work living wanting moving could let it drift away my heart Pounding Pounding Pounding...
This poem is dedicated to all my dear friends who are graduating in a few weeks. I will miss you,...
I walk through a campus once again pelted by rain. If April showers bring May flowers, I wonder what May...
I dare not tell a soul how I love my Lord For they would mistake my devotion for desire They’re...
My past dwells in the dollhouse – a narrow three-story abode squatting in the alleyway between a mass grave of...
My lover moves like daylight through the willow leaves Her beauty steals my senses every time she breathes Her eyes...
There's something amazing that prickles the skin that raises the hairs that jumpstarts the heart. That moment of locking eyes...