Flower, Meant To Be
Mortar and pestle ground, I am but the fragments of experience, broken down to a paste of what I am
Read morePoetry is a genre of literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of distinctive style and rhythm.
Mortar and pestle ground, I am but the fragments of experience, broken down to a paste of what I am
Read moreGoldfish…a passing distraction The fish looked with a blank expression, fixed on my eyes, as if to wonder what lay
Read moreSad Surrender …Tiger in a Box…a world removed Dim eyes, vacant, through bars, attest the rage-less acceptance of misery’s bone,
Read moreA man started woman, and by the time he had finished his hair had turned grey, spring skies had turned
Read moreInsecurity…no proof of worth People flex their muscles, the ones they haven’t got, to convince you that they have, and
Read moreVessel to be filled… Hollow the tree, fallen in silent devastation, and in wet tendril embraced decay it lay, void
Read morePeace restored … When troubles gather round, things hurt deeply, It is a reminder to stay calm and in control.
Read moreMalice Perceptions and choices… Fall I might to the lies of ingrates, momentarily, for I choose to see the light,
Read moreThey came to visit, its been so long, and they brought the sun with them, in a dark brown leather
Read moreFeed not this fear that pervades my nights, those doubts that plague the dreams that might, drive this life to
Read moreThe rhythm building, skin squelching, glistening in the glow of exhilaration, as nerves on edge strangle tissues, every cell
Read moreWhat treasure held can compared with your sweet countenance, what value can wealth have when you are near, for you
Read moreTongue Unleashed … Innocence Lost Torrent words last forever Never again to regain
Read moreGarden Moving by your path the other day on the way to the village beyond near your gate I saw the beauty
Read moreBeing Lazy They work sometimes like the rest dragging their feet to do what is best. Confused about when to
Read moreStriving balance in life… Understanding the game… For every cut and lash exacted upon a soul, there is an embrace,
Read moreLingering…never forgotten Still you haunt my dreams, youth our tender exploration, moments forever invested within time, linger like that first
Read moreMy path pursued … My Muse…my path in life Venerated, I remain in your charge, your
Read moreQuiet repose… So colors shine like dawn’s warm caress, spectrum sewn within every petal, every living crest, aligned with time
Read moreMomentary reprieve… As in a silence with no truth to bare, time beats without purpose, echoes, and lost those sequential
Read moreAnd then there was oblivion, the haze of non-disclosure, the numbness of feeling nothing, and the hurt buried so deeply
Read moreThe Antagonist…never their fault What hell hath you brought to my table, the malice and broken truths you proffer, and
Read moreWe can make our dreams come true … It’s always been like that – your words just carry me away.
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