My stories have messages. I sell the pictures. A portion goes to help cancer research. It's for kids I met like Rebecca. Sitting on her hospital bed celebrating her birthday. No hair on her head. Sick. It was her last birthday. And, I'll never forget or think I don't have enough of anything - fo...
i had little inspiration for this poem but the inspiration i did have was that there are a lot of people who let anger control who they are, and what they do
and they should know it doesn't have to be that way
This is a poem I wrote in honor of my son who has been faithfully helping us out due to my husband's lay off. He is a big boy standing 6'5" weighing in at 283. He is such a sweet boy and I wish to honor him with this poem.
Well. This is a class assignment.
At first it may seem a bit nonsensical.
But I was attempting to use way out there symbolism.
Because my English 1 teacher, thinks I'm morbid & suicidal. Which i'm not. he assignment required me to take a stanza from a poem, whose name and author escapes me.