My Poetry

Ghosts

Driving pass the graveyard.   Squinting through the window, gazing into the cemetery.   Dying to see if I can see any free spirits dancing around their graves.   But all I seem to see is my own reflection.

Randomosity

Freaking Finally…

Back and forth. I have been going back and forth all Summer asking myself am I ready to expose my writing. Well, today I decided I am ready. No one will ever see it, no one will ever read it, there is no chance of it being published if no one sees it but me.… Continue reading Freaking Finally…