Wind

The poem had flown through the wind, The apple fell because of the wind, The pen fell, But the branch didn't, How does it do it? Why does it do it? They flew so fast, But fell so slow, Some people like them, Some people don’t, Why is this so?

Family

Family. Not represented By a photo And not by a ring But by the memories We have shared The memory of us throwing a baseball into a window And there was our first reputation And our first financial fix And our first argument Family.

Warzone

You stand atop a hill looking upon the field, Feeling as if you cannot fathom what is to come. Blood stains the dirt, The grass torn from the countless charges of men, Bodies piled as high as the hill he stands. But a peace comes upon you suddenly, You don't realize an arrow has pierced … Continue reading Warzone