Poetry Collection, No.3Download .EPUB: $1.99 Poetry Collection, No.3Paperback (156pgs) | Kindle EditionOrder Directly on Amazon. "What have you done in your life that makes it seem impossible to recover from? A crucial mistake? A misunderstanding? A tendency to cling to immaturity? A row of decisions that scream irresponsibility? Or have you committed the greatest sin: Not really doing anything? No goals. No dreams. Believing life & success come easy. You took time for granted & now it feels like your time is up. Wasted. I know the feeling. You wake up every morning wondering: Why am I still here? There’s no purpose, no use, no hope of accomplishing anything. I thought the same. Until one day I realized, I am not here by chance. There is a reason for being." -ecj Excerpt: “I Have a Picture.” Another frame.Another nail.Another space taken upon my wall. New Zealand.Peru.Alaska.Baton Rouge. For years, I’ve collectedscene after scene. New York.Spain.The Eiffel Tower.A distant flower. I’m running out of room. The Arctic is cold.The Tropics are warm.Hawaii is a destinationI dream of. Actually,I dream of them all. I only have these pictures.I’ve never been anywhere.Because I’ve never left my room. November 19, 2014 “Love?” To know all my secretsAll my failuresThe worst parts of meAnd love me anyway When I don’t have the right answersWhen I fall flat on my faceWhen I stumble in the darknessAnd love me anyway When I get old and greyLose most of my teethNeed a cane to walk across the streetAnd love me anyway Does this love exist?Would anyone dare to try?Or the real question isWhen I find herWould I? February 14, 2015
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