Biography of Dick Johnson
I just wanted somewhere I can write / post some of my poetry... I only like my poems written when I am just needing to work through some things. I feel the need to do alot of writing coming up. Im no one special. Nor do I ever wish to be. Just like to write is all. It feels good.
Is it okay if I go, now?
Will it be alright, if I stay...
There is no forest here, only trees.
So should I make a right,
it’s so hard: To find but anything but.
During this crashing, of tides.