I go first, you go second..The sweet abyss I sorely miss Slipping quickly I don't resist A sickly comfort Home sweet home A piercing truth Down to bone Exposed depths Expanding still.......
I hate him.Thank you for the tears. I like how they smear the ink and make my poetry look like a watercolor disaster.
The Writer Writes - SomewhereSomewhere, Between yesterday, And tomorrow, I search, For you, In the mists, Of my dreams.
That the powerful play goes onWalt Whitman's view of love was expansive and inclusive, encompassing not just romantic love but also love for humanity, comradeship, and the natural world. He explored the depths of both joyous and painful experiences of love, emphasizing its... See More » (2)
The Writer Writes - Wild HorsesWild and free, Like wild horses, No cares, no worries, Living day by day, And loving all night, Your momma, Put you on the pill, Your daddy, He never knew, It was our time Our last summer.
The Writer Writes - That SongDo you remember that song, Late on a summer night, Promises made, Of an undying love, Pinky swear, Sealed with a kiss, I heard that song today, And wondered where you are.
Death I Will Not Fear...As he closed his eyes,he knew where he had been, Peace engulfed his every nerve,let the fun begin. All the madmen,connivers and the circus hawks, Sleep,the best time he had,telling life to get lost. The eyeless lady,when he was gutted on stage were... See More »
