You know I have poems
For all of you
And words for memories
A collection piling in my books
Songs are great expressions
Some have acquired whole bands
I don’t love you
But feeling for all
Are read in my words
No tears are left on my pages
No pain released
Just a poem
About
For
In spite of you
Each to his own I have left
Pages of sorrow and love
But I have nothing to give you
Cause I see nothing from you
Paper Moments & Broken Lines 
I have spinal cord injury, bipolar disorder and ALS, and my poems are cheerful
What’s your excuse?
I didn’t know I needed one. I like to write what I’m feeling to get it out. Sometimes I go where the pen takes me. I have poems for all moods, cause I feel all moods. The best ones just seem to be from the most trying times.