I Remember Being Young Wild and FreeRemember being a little kid, and forever was never, wishes came true, miracles happened everyday, and dreams were real ?
I Always Push the Pull DoorThe Door~ The Door - by: Rob Paquin I've had my ups and downs My highs and lows Walked in the fires of my soul's bellows And through it all I came to know That before me stood A Door. So with a trembling hand I knocked not once but...See More »
I Like PoetryEvening's Star by: Rob Paquin Within the lights of the evening's star Upon the moonbeams that touch the earth Ride the wishes of a forsakened soul Who wishes for your true happiness Within the dreams of a heart ajar Upon a train of thought...See More »
I Like to Write RhymesA World to Hold My Rhymes by: Rob Paquin Living and breathing My words so intriguing An infinite rhyme My heart keeps on bleeding So needing Keeps feeding And through unbelieving Comes a rapture of rhyming So sweet it entreats that...See More »
I Write PoetryDistant Memories by: Rob Paquin Like a distant memory Floating across a dream Every moment taken Is another endless scene Replaying like an echo In a never ending stream To awaken all the inner thoughts That reside in me. Like that fire's...See More »
I Write PoetryNo Title by: Rob Paquin Swept up. Carried away. Floating through the better thoughts of today. Just took my soul and I poured it away. Through the fray And dismay And all manner of gray I gave it my all But it didn't quite pay Like a play On a...See More »
I Know Love HurtsAmorousness In Bereavement by: Rob Paquin Deliquesce; my heart becomes There within reach of love's decomposition Damnable recompense of my emotional fealties A soul's worth of appraised expenditure; attenuated. The summation of enchantment's...See More »
I Write On The Dark Side Of PoetryThe Dead Poet By: Rob Paquin Written on June 17th, 2012 Out of his tapping fingertips, came all the words he had to type. Those words that laid within his mind, through all his sleepless nights. The fanning flames of starkness, of his reality...See More »
I Write On The Dark Side Of PoetryInside the Nightmare by: Rob Paquin The madman caught The poet fraught and in that land of the stormy naught Burn and crash with the watchman's laugh Warnings so undefined assail thee The madman paced the poetic laced and in that land...See More »
I Wish All Friends Were Forever FriendsJust Remember by: Rob Paquin when the ship sets sail when the trains derail when the words all fail when the dark nights assail when the last light leaves when the world up heaves when the silence grieves when no one believes when...See More »
I Like to Write RhymesRant Rant by: Rob Paquin I type what I type, and I write in the night, posting whatever it is that I like. You can rebut with your spite. Try to change my mind if you might. But I could care less if your assumptions are trite. I can argue or...See More »
I Write PoetryDrown by: Rob Paquin The What Ifs piled, and I look back. I always seem to wonder. Why my timing is always off, And erratic as the thunder. Thoughts keep flowing like the tide So quickly I'm pulled under. As the image in the rear view fades My...See More »
I Am IntrospectiveIntrospectively wandering through my solipsism. I spend a lot of time looking back. Perhaps too much. Yet, I haven't ever been able to help it. I've been this way as long as I can remember. Some say that it's detrimental to stare too long upon your...See More »
I Write RhymesOn the Dek by: Rob Paquin Fast paced Using sneaks not skates Running, Gunning and Shooting straight Passes made The game's being played Moving, Groving Ball on the blade Scoreboard talking Shots we're blocking Offense, Defense Players squawking...See More »
I Like WordsWord are the weapons of the poet. Used to slay the dragons of doubt and dismay. To protect the virtues of vivacious vixens. To waylay the wanton wandering wickedness of wasteful reproach. Respect is both action and deed fortified by verbalized...See More »
I Like Dark Nursery Rhymes The burning pyre built; will be When the end comes for me This tortured soul flying free Below a burning endless sea What's deserved will come for me Frowning, Drowning, with a dying plea. The Snowdog
I Want You To Write A 20 Word Story [I Want To Write A 20 Word Story]..., and then, day turned to night and the specters spectated. Ghastly gestations of an inclement mind. Storms..., Ever raging! Liferain......
I Don'T Need To Lie I Have Nothing To HideThe truth is a funny thing, I think. It can set you free. It can label you. It can be judgmental and callous. It could place you in a corner, and make you so uncomfortable. It can hurt. Oh yes..., it can hurt. Yet the one thing it cannot be is...See More »
I Say Silly Things SometimesPathways are not always straight. Especially the pathways that follow our dreams. Dreams take effort and character to achieve. And, character isn't built on wins..., It's not built by desire. But rather, through the adversity of loss, and the...See More »
I Like to Be Alone With My Thoughts SometimesI wish I could fall from the cliff into the grayest of mists that would hide and protect me from the blackened abyss The mind caught in spinning thoughts of tragedy and pain. My sleep is fitful and dark edged. I miss magic. I reach for it but find...See More »
I Find That the Grief Journey Is Lonely A Soul in Remission by: Rob Paquin Slowly sinking like a setting sun Beneath the horizon of hope A rising tide of all that came before Like an overwhelming wave of regret It breaks upon the shores of time The winds of change blow icily cold...See More »
I Am Proud of My Daughter Nicole's Journey of Self - Part 2 - The Conclusion from Rob Paquin's blog With the break at an end and lunch now finished, it was once again time to hike. Nicole once again struck out at the fore. Hikingman of course stepped lively to avoid being...See More »
I Am Proud of My Daughter Originally written about 6 years ago. Part 1 of a story entitled: Nicole's Journey of Self by: Rob Paquin It's quite possible that I've posted this in another group here before. I hope you enjoy it. ------------------------ The wind blew icily...See More »