My Poetry.The Song of A Dream----They haunt me with pictures and thoughts of the unknown, emotions and fears that lay hidden by my conscienceThey taunt me with the images that make my reality less real, as my hopes of a brighter day diminish as I sleepThey sing me lullibies of horror and dread of the rising sun, to keep me running to the safety of the darkest shadowThey wake me with fear of feeling that something is wrong, dreadfully wrong, and until it comes to pass I walk in fearThey are my dreams And I walk in the way they sing.Sheronda Patrice Myers
Don't know. Heck can I "un"meet some of the people I have met? Heck I'm calling an official do-over on the meeting thing.But for all who think they know me...don't hate me cause I took your man.
The Bible and Terry Brooks Shannara Trilogy
My God, My Parents, and my Children.