Once, there was a fisherman
Who didn’t think he was good enough.
So when he finally caught a fish,
He worried too much and fumbled around
Until he accidentally dropped it
Back into the sea.

The fisherman felt ashamed
That he couldn’t catch his first fish,
So he decided to never go fishing again;
He was full of doubt and regret.

Don’t be like the fisherman;
There are plenty more fish in the sea.

Well...first I'd probably pay off all my student loans

And with the rest of the $10, i don't know.....

Chipotle or taco bell maybe?

White and
More white.
Rooftops disappear into the sky;
White upon white.
Looking around at everything
Being erased.
It is as if nature has lost its taste.

The squirrels and crows dance
As spring’s arrival casts away the snow.
I could waltz by any tree
And never know that a faint song
Sets my bird free.

You touched my heart
And broke it gently

I take my pen
To write what I feel.
To make the reader
Feel what I write.

Poetry does not come to me,
When I wish.
But it comes to me,
When I least expect it.

Swimming frantically for air,
From the deepest parts of my mind.
It comes out to be free;
Sending me running for my pen.

After writing it down,
Urge to rhyme engulfs me.
But changing means losing the raw feel.
So I let my poems be.

i wanted a solid ground
but i don't have one
so i dance on my feet lightly
with absolute passion

Body dies only once

Mind several times....