#Regret
Each day I run, each day I hide from the me I’ve locked inside. The me I made in younger years. The me reflected in my tears. The me my mother warned me of,
I get a little tired of it– folks… they must be happy all the time or… of some traumatic end, oh yes, lik… if once in a blue moon they have t… It makes no sense to me at all. J…
A million times I’ve pulled the t… A million times the voices quiver, but every time they come again. They can’t be killed, there is no… Is all then lost, no hope at all?
In the middle of life there’s a mo… Reminiscing, regretting, “Is ther… Looking out in both ways from the… as I tumble and shrink to an infin… For I know forever has no end of…
Oh, why so many dreams bestowed in young and tender years, fall into drifting dust decay then sadly disappear. Are dreams to blame for broken hea…
Once a man of old age sat beside m… And I listened and nodded polite. He spoke of a difficult life long… Days of hard work and hardship and… He told me how little they had to…
Love is a game, a journey of sorts… a search for the one who is right. And of all the seekers, just what… are not all just travelers at nigh… For it seems in darkness they sear…
Will Heaven help me through this… will it be there in my need? How much is mine to do alone? At which point should I plead? Is it there when my head is down
I thought to change one hair tonig… from white to black, atop my head. It seemed a try would be alright while lying here upon my bed. I called out to the powers that be
I woke one day as I recall, years back in time but not in mind… The reason I know not at all, but felt I there and humbled knew, for peace distilled as morning dew…
Standing at the mirror someone I no longer know. Standing there, staring back, looking all alone. Says he wants to be like me
What’s of the eyes if not to see - a darkness on the land, perpetuated by a world that will not understand. What’s of the ears if not to hear…
So many things we worry of, so many heartaches find their way into our lives and heart… of every single kind. But tis a fool’s game we should kn…
Picture frame the moments. In diaries write them down. Hold on to such with all you have for times will come around, when they will be all that you hav…
Sometimes it doesn’t go the way you thought it would at all. Sometimes the pieces all line up though randomly they fall. Sometimes I guess you’re better o…