John Jones
You have showed me what it was like to truly love someone. What it was like to truly be hurt. What it was like to forgive and move on from what we had and become what we are. You have been there for me more than most realize and I love you for it. Without you pushing my buttons and making me want to just scream I would never be able to write the way I do. Funny how love works. Every morning when I wake up, you never fail to make my day. Now matter how bad my mood, you never cease to make me smile. I wouldn't be half the person I am today, If I didn't have you there by my side the whole way.
Nathaniel & Matthew
My biggest inspirations. It seems like no matter how much I think That I know, They always find little games and little ways to show me how little I actually know. With them by my side, I learn new things everyday. I can live life all over again, Through their eyes. Without them I would fall apart as a poet and a human being. I couldn't imagine my life without the two of them in it.
Robin Jones
We have been through hell and back but we are still moving on and catching what life throws at us, we still seem to find ways back to each other. No matter how bad the situation, whether cause by us or against us. She is an amazing poet and I look up to her as a writer allot, She is always helpful when it comes to reviews, giving and honest and fair opinion. http://alicebounty.weebly.com/
Beckki Cook
Ah, my mommy. Who could have been there anymore throughout my life and my writing than this woman. Through both pregnancies and high school warfare, she stood devoted at my side. When I was diagnosed bipolar she sat and cried with me. When reading my first poem when everyone else said it was stupid, that poetry was for losers. She loved it. Everything about it. So here's to you.
Edgar Allan Poe
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~Edgar Allan Poe.
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
~Edgar Allan Poe.
