I broke up with my girlfriend two months ago. She was the first person I have ever truly been in love with. It took me quite a while to finally come to peace with myself over our breakup. I wrote this after sitting down one night and thinking about life in general and why we go through the hardships that we do. I realized everybody, or almost everybody losses some one they love and you learn to live with it.

And by doing that, you are able to help some one else who is going through it because you have been there, and you understand their feelings.

This is a poem about being taken advantage of. I am always there for people, but they never seem to have time for me.

This poem describes the feelings inside of me once I found I was diagnosed as a "depressed" person. These aren't even close to all of the thoughts that goes through your head.

This is a poem about the feeling of total hopelessness that comes with depression. The feeling that no one cares and you're all alone.

This poem may seem abstract, but it's actually about feeling strange compared to everyone else. It's also about feeling inadequate and thinking about how confusing and unfair the world can be.

One of the things this web site has done for me is force me to explore the "why" behind many of my poems. Why, for example, are so very many of my poems about love?

This poem was written just days after the tragic shooting at Columbine High School in Columbine, Colorado. The callousness of the press angered me! I felt as though a part of me died that day and sobbing, I wrote this poem.

How can you live when the best part of you dies? Where do you draw strength when your sole source of strength is taken from you?

This poem explores the loss of my father and the impact it had on my life. Even now, 6 years later, I can't seem to grasp the straws together to make my life whole again. Every day I fight with an enemy I cannot see. The one thing my father never taught me how to do.

Although this poem is about what losing my little girl did to me, it could well speak for any parent. Through talking to others, I have discovered that my feelings are quite universal. But few people write about it. Why? Writing can be very healing.

I know I’m young, but I’ve felt the pain of loss and guilt more then you’ll ever know. One night I was going through an old picture book and I just sat on my bed and cried myself to sleep . . . and I realized that sometimes a picture really is worth a thousand words . . .