Warriors

She’s a warrior She’s strong She doesn’t even realize How special she is   She lights up a whole room with just her smile She’s always there for you She’ll fight to the death if that’s what she has to do To protect you   But she won’t take the praise Only if you’re joking,

Ticking Away

Ticking away Every second As I watch you whittle away   I know you’ll get better I feel it in my bones But it’s just hard Watching you until then   I’ll always be here for you You can bet on it But all I’m asking of up above: Help me to stay strong COPYRIGHT

A Cracked Vase

I got to thinking about love, and how you can put it out there, but there’s no guarantee that it will be returned. How it can, and has, been trampled on, thrown out and shattered, how it goes through a lot of pain and suffering for others, and how it’s like two things: A flower

Pride & Prejudice

So, I got to thinking last night about society and we each have our own set of prejudices and how society can treat people who are different to them, so I wrote a poem about it. It’s not my best, but I hope you enjoy! Cowering in the dark, Waiting for the arrow to hit