I will write each day Words are to live by and for I create; I am
Category Poetry
Haiku #6
Forced pleasantries hurt I do not like you at all Something rips inside
Haiku #33
The desperation
The longing and the hunger
But what is it for?
Haiku #99
Do I remember?
Abuse gave birth to my blues
It stokes my fire
Haiku #23
LeBron, come back home.
We have that powder you like.
What does your heart say?
In a word 