do you believe the savior's come? they pushed aside mountains & dried up rivers to reach us.

Storytime.

What are they really? Are they just numbers? Is that all we will see them as? We can not disregard their voices.

its not just a dream anymore

about fiery mouths...... and iron teeth..... about breath of pain and guilt and death

And now the winds of change are whispering the battle in my ear.

Inspierd by the Last Post and the two minutes silence that follows

A poem about Anne Frank being captured.

Inspired by the difficult times.

My fight with people about me being a dreamer.

Sometimes the sun sets.

No one predicted a long road to a shallow grave.

War is pretty easy to understand really.

An everlasting and never ending war between Women and the Men they strive to be equal too.

War is a time when men become dogs of the government and no longer act as men. Unit 731 was such a place--a Japanese experimentation camp during WWII--and I tried to capture the reality of its victims and its doctors and nurses, who were following orders.

Into the human vault we go.

How many lone men will sit as one thousand men die?

the first poem I ever wrote, grade 8 remembrance day almost 6 years ago. Got a great mark and everyone was very impressed. This poem was the poem that started it all.

A fallen solider will never stand again.

Hope has come and here is God who help it to come. My friend ask me to write this.

These are some short thoughts of an African-American. It refers to racial wars going on. Tell me your opinion

Don't ask... just don't ask...

A sonnet in exploration of cosmic irony.

A poem about speaking out agains the horrors of war and the corruption of politics. Please R&R

Remember us When we are gone When all is left but whispers on the wind