One night while hanging out with three friends, their beliefs and partial wisdom being tossed my way, all I could see was the girl who got away.

Something I wrote a while ago describing how I felt about someone that I loved and lost.

Upon the pond in the back There is a fog rolling in

Went for a walk outside one day and when I came back had to jot something down on paper.

A while back I noticed a shifting change in the world and it made me feel a strange way which had to be jotted down on paper.

A period in my life where I seemed to be going nowhere so I had to write what I felt.

A poem I wrote about how I used to have problems sleeping due to insomnia.

Something I came up with standing on my back porch noticing my backyard.

A poem I wrote a while back to explain how I felt about the world and its ways changing their tune.