Stories

While digging through some boxes of Christmas stuff, I found this old poem that I wrote for my grandmother many years ago.

We grow old... We wander and we glance. Here is one moment in time. Remember what is lost and what is found.

A small collection of poems, written by emotion.

just a collection of my poems, im not too sure on them so please, i encourage constructive criticism

These are some poems I wrote about a time in my life in my mid-teens, that was both painful and scarey for a young boy. I was facing both death and rejection. My grandfather had a lake we would go to and fish. But there were times I would go alone to just think and sort through everything happening in my life. This is my way of saying that if we would just stop and think our way through things, there is no mountain we cannot climb or no goal we cannot reach.

A poem about when I lost my best friend.

writing therapy #3

Just me venting frustrations, laugh if you guys want.

A Never Goodbye

Short, simple, and easily the most honest thing I've written in months.