The Writer - Silly ManDo you hear me, Whispering, The meaning, Between the lines, Or are you laughing, At the joke, On me, Silly man, That I am.
The Writer Writes - Her DreamsAnd he whispers, To her, In her dreams, The words, She wants to hear, But won't remember, Vanishing in the dawn, Like the evening mists
We had to learn this in seventh or eighth grade.We had to write it from memory, but we did not have to sing it!!! (1)
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.
