The Poetry
I was trying to decide if I should actually write something, but I think I've decided that the poetry speaks for itself. Hope you enjoy and if you dont, oh well. Writing is a way for me to vent. It's mostly for me and not everyone else. *smiles*
My Love
Slight Chance
Anger
Thanks
Just Me
When I speak with him
Doors
Souls
Lifes Fires
Betrayal
No More, Never Again
Emotions
Midnight Whisper
Perhaps
A Rose
Patriotism
Listening
Infatuation
Baby Girl
Poetry Under
Construction
The Desert
My Sanctuary
Unearthed Roots
Angels
Mortality
A Love Ramble
Kinda New Stuff
Bus Ride
My Home
Dysfunctional Bastard
Innocence
Jack Daniels
Mail Man
Lucky Hat
A Wish
Night Stranger
The Poetry Reading
The Struggle
A Walk In The Park
Thoughts
Workman's Creek
The Unknown
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