I wrote this years and years ago and i submitted it to The International Poetry Digest which they put into they yearly issue of From The Heart. It was as the say "A Collection Of The Years Most Heartfelt And Meaningful Poems" and it was given a literary award for its potential. That is what inspired me to truly keep writing. I had the issue it was published in which was just a small periodical but i have unfortunately lost it due to uncontrollable events. But this is a revised version and ive added a bit to it from its original draft.

Hold on to what is held within your soul. Try to walk the path that beauty knows. Live and grow and always be one with your own!!

Love is more then words it is felt in the heart. Love is also an action. Love is something that bares life, beauty and joy. That why love can save so much!!

This is just something I came up with as I wrote. It simply came from the title which is breath. I thought that then this poem evolved from there. Thank you so much for reading. Iam grateful to have this site to be able to share my work with you all!!

This was something that came to me when thinking of the woman I’ve fell in love with. I’ve only really been in love once and I’ve had time to be alone until finding love one more time.

This was a poem I wrote last night. A bit of struggle wrapped in a bit of hope. For what is life without hope to keep us going??

Back when Thunder Creek was just a trickle of water, there lived a giant named Big Ben Boulderfoot. He was so enormous that when he sneezed, trees would bend over and fish would jump clear out of the water. One summer, a drought hit the land. The rivers dried up, the crops wilted, and everyone worried there would be no water left. Big Ben decided to help. He grabbed the biggest shovel in the world—a shovel so large it used a wagon wheel for a handle—and began digging.

Just something I wrote now then posted it for the readers. I have just started this so I don’t know how many are reading any of this. But please know I appreciate any and all of your support!!

This was just a poem I wrote that incorporated a bit of nature as well as whimsical elements. It is something I hope all those reading enjoy!!

This is a poem about the love I’ve felt for one I fell in love with. Although she has simply been a main muse in my life I accept that she has offered me some form of peace and comfort in myself. I hope one day maybe she may be more than words to me. But until then I have found new inspiration from her encouragement.

Years I’ve been writing and I’ve always found solace in doing so. It may not be the greatest but it comes from my heart and means a lot to me to keep doing what I’ve always loved!!

This is a simple poem that speaks of that ever lasting gift which is love. It is something I wrote that I felt came together rather well!! I do hope all readers enjoy.

As the demon army spreads across hundreds of thousands of miles, the scattered remains of mankind seek shelter at the most secluded corners of the world.

*START HERE!* After a long kiss with his wife Anna, Syrus turned to his eldest son, and stretched his fingers with the crack of hands that had been fighting a very long time, before pulling a cigarette from his coat pocket, putting it between the wiry whiskers in his beard, which totally obscured his lips, and lit it with a flame from the tip of his finger before making eye contact. “Zakary.” He spoke in a calm if restrained tone, one expected from someone used to barking out orders, for a longer time than it could be reasonably expected to deliver a conversationally toned briefing, continuing “Except for your answer right here, right now on this porch, you are to enter monk mode, and keep up with me, it shouldn’t take longer than 20 minutes for us to reach the southeast gate. And another 20 to reach the path to the ruins. Now let’s get moving. We’re burning starlight!”

Hell on Earth. In a world of sword and shield, the human race was not prepared for the clawed plague that would crawl its way out of the fissure portals from the realm of Hades.

They said the mountains were sleeping. For centuries, the jagged peaks of the Naduu Mountains stood untouched, wrapped in mist so thick even sunlight feared entering. On the night the skies split open, Elena knew something was wrong. The winds screamed through the trees as if warning the world to run. The earth trembled beneath her feet. Something ancient had awakened. And when her child was born, silence fell across the entire valley. They named him Patheus. But before dawn, the elders had already begun whispering of an old prophecy… one buried so deeply that even speaking its words was forbidden. When the child of the broken sky draws breath, the gates of Jaq’tak shall stir once more. Years later, Patheus would learn the truth. There was something inside him. Something powerful. Now the fate of kingdoms, ancient wars, and a world standing on the edge of ruin rests in the hands of a boy who was never meant to exist. Patheus was born to awaken the end.

Just a simple poem i offer all of you. I hope this is something youll enjoy. It was something which just came to my mind. I hope it finds you all well.

See if you can figure out whom this is written about. More poems like this will be uploaded soon. So, enjoy. Mind you, this is just a poem. Poetic license is heavy at work here.

This is a poem i just wrote before i posted it here on this site. Its just something small but its a part of the hope i still hold on to. Even in the worst of times we find faith.

This is a poem of a cosmic order and it has all the heart i could put into it. It was one of the poems i wrote recently. I do hope you enjoy it.