//Shakespearean//
Now I don\'t know that I\'ll ever be one of those fortunate few
Blessed with mastery of words to enchant those who hear
With tales of agonies, mirth, romance, and cheer,
And enough hope to make people dream anew-
But if I can send out a little wisp of motion
To stir up a spark of emotion in one heart,
this is my devotion.
//Poet//
For All my life, I have been learning
How to be anything other than a song.
I thought I was more- I was not;
I thought I was less- I forgot
Who I was, and then I stopped
Living for lack of breathing.