Don’t write to state your opinion. To simply be heard. Don’t write to respond or react. Write as if your life depended on… After all, these aren’t words on t…
I have succeeded in being who I a… Good and bad. But what about loving who I am? The right and the wrong. Accepting who I am?
The ocean calls. Pele summons. The island beckons. Sun, sea and surf Over land, roads and turf.
I yearn for her but she can never… I fantasize about but she will nev… She makes feel alive when little e… I feel my heartbeat, my breath. This can go on forever as long as…
Her beauty is fought over by King… But her attention goes to the begg… Her eyes focus near but her heart… The wind blows through her hair an… of the departed.
Love is delicate, If you’re not careful it will brea… Love is dangerous, if you’re not c… Love is timid often reluctant to s… Love is fierce,
Losing her glasses on the ice, she… She floats around the central hub… The inner circle becomes her inner… She is in the eye of the storm whe… Meanwhile other skaters orbit arou…
Everyday you look for someone out… You look for something out there. When you are lonely you look for a… When you are scared you search for… When you are sad you seek sympathy…
I build it with music. I freeze it with a photograph. I ease it with meditation. I tease it by floating on water. I beckon it by running my fingers…
Your roots are strong yet you are a bud dangling lifelessly. Its cloudy and you feel down. Plant’s seeds get spread
How lonely it can be to write. My bride is this white computer sc… Constantly staring at me. Always receptive. To write is to challenge solitude.
SnakeWoman by Chris Warren Smith A woman by day. A snake by night. One brings you fright.
The world rewards greatness. But goodness is it’s own reward. We admire the great ones. But remember to get great one firs… We must not forget what it took to…
What is it about an opinion that m… What is it that we are trying to p… Does anyone want to hear it beside… Am I simply giving unsolicited ad… Doesn’t it just create an offensiv…
A face like a porcelain doll. But it doesn’t smile So serious all the time I sometimes imagine her Showing me her teeth
