dropplets, dropping down, sinking slowly in soil are Mother’s helpers.
Why are you talking behind my back… HURTFUL WORDS, has a major… Nothing else to do, did you think… ...that it was me you’re were talk… Respect for others was the one thi…
The wanderer goes through night and through day, fre… though ephemeral.
Memories of you accompany me throu… I here and you confined, out of si… Longing to hold you tightly in my… Onto an unraveling strand of sanit… I lay my head down upon the pillow…
you say escape with me just a bit escape... just a kiss
I remember her as I pen this, As this goes again into my own aby… For my abyss is long and endless, Endless and great as Beauty of he… Such the face is hers
When in the world grows the dark cold and the empty desolation, then going back where one starts from. Do you recall the longing of our wishes? It is time, rise up to meet the heaven, t...
A darkness enters a troubled mind, Blood pours from a shredded heart, Fingers of cold reach from within, To tear a soul apart, A skeleton dances with evil glee.
it was a bright, sunny day with wools of sugar swimming in it. those wools then melting into a river of sweet puddle. strings of daisies and poppies sticking out in the grassy field. th...
Some one ('tis hardly new) has odd… The color of a trumpet’s blare is… And Joseph Emmett thinks the crim… On woman’s cheek a trumpet-note of… The more the red storm rises round…
How long will it take to feel you… How long will it be till I hear y… I’m longing to know who you are ev… But my sins are dragging me away How far will I go without your he…
I stopped overnight at the sheep-ranch of Rush Kinney, on the Sandy Fork of the Nueces. Mr. Kinney and I had been strangers up to the time when I called “Hallo!” at his hitching-rack; b...
NOW, twice twelve years, the chil… Beheld in peace their growing empi… O’er happy realms, display’d their… Diffused their arts and sooth’d th… Bade yon tall temple grace the fav…
My dark side is my bright side And My bright side Is only seen with people I like
What about me? Do they see the pain and hurt? Can they not feel all this animosi… I must be the problem. I can see… But why don’t they listen when I…
Stand here and look, and softly dr… Lest the dread avalanche come cras… How many leagues away is yonder to… Set flower-wise in the valley? Fa… Out feet lies summer; here a realm…
Taken from a dream, And placed in what I call reality… Scattered hearts lay about Waiting to be fixed again. Scars lay upon the skin of those
Winter brings the icy chill. Decaying leaves, void of color. Water freezes bringing in the joy. But what about the plants full of… No where to go.
Read all about it Read all about it It’s happening again When’s it gonna end It’s no surprise
They stand together—those three, Like the birch, clumped outside he… Joined by a common root. Different; yet the same Bent by winds of time and
“Here ye, hear ye, may the Muse s… Quoth the Bard, laying out his ta… “Hath any so terrible a creature a… Listen well, for thee I shall tel… Of a knight both honored and keen.
I beg you to stay But you push me away I want to ask you why But instead I cry What am I supposed to tell my fri…
Weak is the sophistry, and vain th… That whispers patience to the mind… That bids reflection bathe the wou… While Hope, with pleasing phantom… For mem’ry still, reluctant to dep…
How am I... when I look in a mirror, I see an african queen, I see a young girl, I see a real pedi girl,
To be loved is a wonderful thing,… It is something we need and desire… To have someone who truly cares, m… Soothes your anger and stress, hel… You are that person for me, and i…
I never felt to push or shove people toward the God of love. It seemed that it was not my place… “Just give them time and give them… But then I came to understand,
THERE is a cloud above the sunse… That wends and makes no stay, For its goal lies beyond the fiery… A lingering breath no calm can cha… The onward labour of the wind’s la…
In the beginning, we were so naive But yet both arrogant and striving… Designing the plot of our own life Never expecting the urge of surviv… Here you are, at your other victor…
It is a politician man He draweth near his end, And friends weep round that partis… Of every man the friend. Between the Known and the Unknown
Why did you leave without telling… You know how much I miss my son w… You know how much I hate being ig… You know how important I think Ch… So why?