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.


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