The broken heart of worlds apart Can like a river flow, As if once pierced by Cupid’s dar… To pine like lovers know... To drain the life’s blood meant to…
A memory hole should be just deep enough to bury yourself up to the neck– Any deeper
The church was wrapped in darkness… And save where near the marble rai… O’er waxen heavy-scented flowers a… Where the good wife, Mary Hallora… Her life, calm, pure and prosperou…
You ask me why I live? That’s easy, its that kid. She shows me love and gives me pri… without her I would have died. She makes the sunshine a little br…
My pain is strong yet my heart tra… You hurt me! For too long a road I traveled in… I blamed me for too long as a song… It killed the pretty parts of me,…
Maybe I’m a writer at heart, Maybe it’s an important part, But I have been keeping it at a f… Keeping us apart, And now I wonder how can I keep u…
passejant el naixement dels meus cabells amb els teus projectes, ens habitàvem en la música de les esferes tot era un miratge del poema que som, vaig aprendre a assaborir-me, a viure’m ...
NAY, lady, one frown is enough In a life as soon over as this— And though minutes seem long in a… They’re minutes ’tis pity to miss! The smiles you imprison so lightly
Why is it that as I strive for salvation and relief, I become more and more lonely and confused. If these things I’ve learned as a child are the true purity and safe haven, why does it ...
This divine state of auspicious gr… Devoid of worries, hate or any reg… A sensation of otherworldly calmne… Meditatitive practice of contempla… Serene effect of this noble substa…
The lord took me home before the break of dawn. As I lifted I smiled cause all my pain was gone. I’m now in heaven and when I look down on earth all I see. Is my grandkids hurting and c...
Many are waiting for the knock at… And others expecting police entry… A visit by Old Bill for cannabis… An invasion by the state in the gu… There is no other word to call it…
why did i say it im the bad girl again is this the way i am in life truthful first consequence then would i want to hear it
Drama.... Real life game of telep…
It’s not about what you look like or what you wear It’s not about the hat on your hea… or the flower in your hair It’s not about how much money you…
CCV For what to me were Helen’s honey… Or guiltless Iphigenia’s sacred c… Or Cleopatra’s lustrous breast an… By every gust of reckless passion…
Voices running together arms pulling a lever machines flying to the sky a smiling face a destroyed pie
The problem is we’re running out of time and the only solution is playing the long game
The sun bathed her just as she bathed the sun only with her lyre presence.
I got what i wanted i’am not satisfied i said i would be happy i guess i must have lied Be careful what you wish for
slam the door shut and close the b… turning back in the chapters never… a story isnt meant to be read fron… and then back to front once a book has come to its close
We used to have the haves and the have nots But then the haves were further subdivided into the haves and the have to
When last I exhaled your toxic fu… And now I stand here listening to… I was absolutely sure, then and as… I would never end my life I would never grasp a knife
Darkness what is it? What cause it? Can you feel, see, taste, or Hear it? Darkness is like
One night my father took me on his milk route. There were no longer any horsedrawn wagons. The milk trucks now had engines. After loading up at the milk company we drove off on his rout...
I was in the 4th grade when I found out about it. I was probably one of the last to know, because I still didn’t talk to anybody. A boy walked up to “Your mother has a hole . . .”—he to...
Love It has many definitions Some fail, but love needs determin… we tend to devote our time But it may be worth it and all may…
What hast thou done, my Darling,… Felt lost and lonesome, missed me… Scorned self-content, with thy own… Unable to incline to altered ways? Loathed thou thy very merits? Is…
Can you hear the notes in the wind… Do you know the whisper of the fal… Do you feel the joy of trickling i… This is how our human Souls conne…
Frank liked airplanes. He lent me all his pulp magazines about World War 1. The best was Flying Aces. The dog-fights were great, the Spads and the Fokkers mixing it. I read all the stor...