When I was young I was told stories of this bear that loved honey, that had friends that stood by him and they all lived happily with a human boy. During that time period I learned to mistake anger with passion, and loneliness for weakness. That time I looked in the mirror with everyone, around …
Category Archives: Poetry
To the one I love…
How can I have a way with words and yet still stutter at the thought of your voice When did loving you and feeling nothing morph together Where is a place where I hear you say you love me but hear no noise I remember all the things you said you wanted. I remember all …
I’m back…
Hey guys, guess what… it’s senior year. Took a break for a while to gather myself. (Part of senior pics) But on the other hand, I also catch myself writing when I’m in a bad spot, whether it’s good or bad I always keep it. But i wrote this one a while back. When asked …
Burning Forest
I dreamt of a burning forest. It told me to have patience. For it will soon heal. I dreamt of a dying man. He told me to have hope. For I will see him again. I dreamt of a dying flower. It told me to have peace. For it will soon bloom again.
Poem's With Springs 