Anger is like a tornado,twisting and turning. It will not stop until massive damage is done.   Hate is like a hot coal growing brighter and getting hotter with every irritation   Fear is like a solder finding your weakness and then           striking.                                 --- written at age 6-8

I WISH I HAD A MILLION DOLLARS SO I COULD END POVERTY. I WISH I HAD A DIAMOND CHESS SET SO I COULD PLAY PEOPLE FOR CHARITY. I WISH THERE WERE MORE JOBS SO UNEMPLOYED PEOPLE COULD FIND A JOB. I WISH LITTLE BABIES DIDN'T HAVE TO SUFFER.                                                                  --- written at age 6-8

Grey clouds hand over a blue sky, as sea gulls sing a haunting tune, life floats by like quicksilver, evading your grasp yet again. A tiny sail boat rocks on a sea of hate and confusion, ready to capsize at a moment's notice.  Colors, Numbers, Words in the mind of a young boy screaming all at once to be heard.   Anger like a soldier's rapier digging into the flesh of his mind.... Glass shatters, fragments scattering on the ground, in each shard the reflection of a boy is seen.....                         Love: for thy family and friends!                       Hate for them also.... but why?                       Confusion: Why am I like this,                           Please God tell me!                       Anger: This is your fault, you did this to me!                       Remorse: Oh God, why did I do that,                          Dear God, why? ..... A knife slowly                 lowers to a wrist,  a gush of crimson           splatters on pale skin then a soft thud.                                                                                           THE END                                                                     ---- age 14                                                         Wednesday, 1999

A blade thru the hearts of men, a dagger in the wombs of women. The ultimate poison, a virus which creeps up on us. Tears flow down the cheeks of weeping children as their life's are ripped apart... screams of agony tear thru the mind as war rages on. Depression, Teary eyed it goes by many names, but it is the same thing... something we cannot fight something we cannot defeat something we cannot cure Sadness...........................                                                                   ---- age 14                                                         Wednesday, 1999