‘CAN the soul die, believe you? Because it seems to me My soul is dead and buried, So still it seems to be. ’It quivers not with joy;
Strange grows the river on the sun… The river comforts me, grown spect… Long was the day; at last the cons… _Sufficient for the day are the da… Labour and longing and despair the…
I wear a crown invisible and clear… And go my lifted royal way apart Since you have crowned me softly i… With love that is half ardent, hal… And as a queen disguised might pas…
Whenever I’m alone, I stay smiling, Counting the stitches sewn, On 100 thread count sheets, Wishing for rain,
There is deep music in Earth Earth is bountiful Her sons are pure, simple and very… There are men, women and children There is family
The Cheshire Cat and Schrodinger’s Cat couldn’t agree on a place to meet
The cause with learn’d investigati… Behold at length to this tribunal… No fraud your penetrating eyes can… None here can Shakespeare’s writi… As well the taper’s base unlustrou…
For three years you lived in your… just as it was before she died: yo… portrait on the mantel, her clothe… in the closet, her hair still in t… You have told me you gave it all a…
By Stanley Collymore I’m absolutely convinced that in v… seem that I’m doing that Howard w… terribly beside himself with Rage… also and equally in response to th…
Remember when I learned how to wa… I became an explorer that couldn’t… Remember when I learned how to ta… I became a comedian whose show wen… Remember when I was scared of the…
In this reality… we have lost touch with ourselves for others with others for ourselves with life for society
“I take a peek into the depth of life, silence I say speaking in a gentle tone of my tinny voice, blooming like a soft rose gently thouching a women’s lips, silence in the name of beaut...
There’s a path or reflection through the days of misconception, where I once was what I am not, and everything I lost. Now are the days of construction,
there are never really any angels in god’s company, it really just pretends them
The sun on your face, The wind at your back, A life well lived, A Journey on track. I’m not running in this race,
When they replaced me at work with… I was suddenly able to devote a lo… to not being the creative type
The hole of a youth wasted resonat… The possibilities! You had so man… An intricate road map of destinati… How can you be young while also mo… To my wasted youth which I will s…
without hatreds thoughts loves best will never flourish lost humanity
Our first real transgression was in the park in the dark, on th… Then later, on the floor while my commitment slept in the next room, snoring quietly
In the middle of the darkest night… A heart has given up on itself;for… And in the lonely deepest dark;it… As the sounds that escape these li… In the middle of the darkest night…
Falling down to unknown depths from high homes and pure thoughts and each day a further falling with the dark side of man in contr… pushing him down the stairs
Ginny didn’t know if it was a large pond or a small lake in the middle of the beautiful park where she had been hired right after high school to help with maintenance of the grounds. No...
The rain was ending, and light Lifting the leaden skies. It shone upon ceiling and floor And dazzled a child’s eyes. Pale after fever, a captive
Friends keep us company. Friends keep us out of trouble. I have many friends, But only thr… I call my best friends. First is… His been my best friend since 2005…
by Saqib Abraham Life is an ART “Certainly the life is an Art Fashioned in the universe With beauty and Time
My journey with you, had barely began, I had already felt so weak, I wasn’t sure how to survive, I was weak,
There she lay saddened and in dark Helpless to deal the pain and the… She was scared and alone grieving… You left us for nothing, the world… Even thought you can’t see it a ma…
A poet’s heart is more than flower… it is a deep cavern that has reach… and continue until there is no mo… there is no more water to crash on… there is no more air to breathe bu…
As I sip, my morning coffee, memo… With these memories, I become, th… I remember, tail lights, that sign… Yet, somehow, you returned, loneli… I’m transported, back in time, to…
Why bother keeping score when death assures that things always end in a tie Soon you’ll be able to get rid of death