Poems

I sway harshly In the cold winter day, Snow showering down violently, Frosted grass silent and frozen Waiting for spring, I hang tight Stretching into nowhere, Longing for light Standing lively and tall, My colors brightening  Against blazing heat like a wall, I’m awaken by the summer air Into the night, Surviving the day, Remaining still Leaves swirling, I lay

Some crave me Others strive to fill me Big or small infinities pass by Filled with uncertainties They hold their face in their hands, the...

You must be identical ‘Picture perfect’ Like cookies cut out from the same cookie cutter Stamped to all be the same  Perfection is key...

Many people wonder what would happen if they met the world's smartest man What would they say? What would be asked? I have met him and I...