Foreignlands Stories

Up into the mango tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lying, Adorned...

These poems depict my shyness, love for words, deep thinking, and my opinions on popular topics.

Lilly is new here. She needs a friend.

I ran toward the man, grabbing his neck with my right arm and using it as a lift to jump over his shoulder then flip him over mine. The two other men came at me at the...

A poem for lonesome souls that have known what it is to love and not be loved.