Inspiration Im looking for some inspiration In the back of my mind When all I can think about Is what’s going to come next
All the colors blue and pink, Feelings in my heart, through this… Many unanswered questions bubbling… Can someone answer, to make me fre… Why do bees humm..
There is no sound where the flower… bloom The children don’t play, there’s a… loom Outside you’re alone but your thou…
The remarkable thing about life is how time consuming it is
Emphatic to the point of making no… They mask their cryptic tongue, in… Graduated in seven months, they cl… But when asked of T.S. Eliot son… Muttering in their deathbeds, the…
We might change our acts or deeds, But we’re still just who we are, Pretending that we’re someone else… A facade pinned on our scars, Though many aren’t allowed to see,
I always over think everything, A bad habit that has me suffering. I can be so happy, and then I cry… For the fear of not knowing. I’m known for over complicating
Not remembering his face is the easiest part, and the hardest one to face, I guess it’s easier that way, my mom tells me how you treated her, and how you did nothing when you’re sisters...
Best part was Letting you into my heart Letting you break The tall walls That no one could shake
O strong, upwelling prayers of fai… From inmost founts of life ye star… The spirit’s pulse, the vital brea… Of soul and heart! From pastoral toil, from traffic’s…
Slumber, Sacred Goat, Satanism, Sacrifice to what we should be, So virtuoso as always was he, Plough, insensate, riding on stone… Parsimonious subject content with…
The rain is like an old love song. It’s been with me many times before, to call me to sleep
As the snow, begins to fall, It’s time, to walk, the trail, To feel, the snow, cover all, And believe, you can not fail, This trail, though embraced, by co…
This house is full. I did my fare share, but it was fu… Full of undiscovered boxes, reject… I don’t think this house has ever… Full of desires and other aspirati…
O Thou, who bad’st thy Turtles be… Swift from his Grasp thy golden H… and sought’st thy native Skies: When War, by Vultures drawn from… To Britain bent his Iron Car,
Beached upon the rock that I gras… Am I played naked and shivering With the last scents of you mulling in me, filling up All those roses
She’s had the wind blow against he… Since her first sunrise And now with one hand on the wheel Her hair dances behind like a rebe… To the wind of her own song
I have a heart, in trinkets that… It’s special for it comes with a k… To unlock and discover its mysteri… It has passed through a few hands… Was broken and bruised a few times…
I’m light Quench me slake my smoking chariot In your flood Before the smoke gets too much
By Stanley Collymore You actually need to move on and stop being maudlin. Bringing this woman’s name up every simply contrived opportunity…
‘TRADES and Professions’—these… Left to her freedom, would forbear… But to our Borough they in truth… And we, perforce, must take them i… Be it then known that we can boast…
Her friend’s long skirt makes plum… She lies here listening to the whi… That sends its ancient answers far… And tries to pull their meanings i… Elizabeth is bending near the shor…
Other harvests there are than thos… Glowing and ripe ’neath an autumn… Awaiting the sickle keen, Harvests more precious than golden… Waving o’er hillside, valley or pl…
I hate him so much. Why does he still dig deep into my… Like a worm inside my bones. Crawling. Creeping.… Alone.
On Ettrick Forest’s mountains dun ’Tis blithe to hear the sportsman’… And seek the heath-frequenting bro… Far through the noonday solitude; By many a cairn and trenched mound…
Everyday is a journey. Everyday something is learned. Everyday each one of us is loved. And everyday is a brand new day. But, like you and everyone else
Knowing Who is Master the strap, switch, or cane or maybe Dad’ loud stern voice produces results Knowing Master
The bushmen call me ‘Cranky Fan,’ Because my strange erratic flight Seems to uncomprehending man Sign of a wit not over-bright; But nimble wit and nimble wing
Have You Ever..... Thought This Is It Have You Ever..... Realize That You Might Have To… Lost In My Mind Thinking Of Th…
Alone in the dark– in Silence. Only the beating of my heart– A whisper of my breath. My body aches for you.