I NEVER KNEW THAT I W…
A sunset fills the darkening sky, With colors and dark black clouds, It seems an artist’s brush has mad… The sky somehow look proud, A clouds dark edges show contrast…
I am procrastinating with the last… I don’t want to pack this last box… Once all of my junk is out the doo… and in a new place where I will le… there is no denial:
IN A SIMPLE WAY TO REME… Let your heart speak Of what you see on me To remember me in simple way Will be the easy way to stay
Wyatt, I did so many things so you’d noti… I wore clothes I didn’t like, stuff I wouldn’t wear otherwise, but you still never looked over,
(January 19, 1909) Poet of doom, dementia, and death, Of beauty singing in a charnel hou… Like the lost soul of a poor moon-… With too much loving of some lord…
Cascades of light filter down, Through a canopy of leaves, The forest floor filled with spotl… A stage that somehow deceives, A path is seen through the shadows…
the world and all its trappings that you drape around your gold, the lace and frills you wear all tell a tale, they speak of disappointment
On that fresh morning, I woke up with melodious sounds, the sounds of nature and her beaut… I started walking silently but exc… The newly sprang dew, the drizzlin…
You’re the bright light Of everyone’s day Strutting around like you own the… People gawkin people starin You just smile and wave
In the pitch black I am curled up in my bed Blissfully cozy A light grows bright with a sudden… I slip out of the bed
When you reach for me I fall back into nothingness When you hold me I try to fight your arms I want to smell your hair
Silently spreading the feelings of… It’s moving like the movement of a… No vibration no noise Why the world is so silent Words are soundless
stupid met crazy decided to have a baby or two... what else you gonna do?
“Tout comme il y a des milliers d’… “Dans le sentiment fou d’un bandit… “Que vais-je faire avec ce sacré d… “Tant que je vois ces gens marcher… “J’ai peur de l’inconnu, c’est pou…
hope is a first breath, the first… hope is the last breath, as water… your heart, grows real estate in y… if I was a nurse I’d administer t… if anything could make you human,…
She such a beautiful girl, tender… No one knows her life history thin… She hasnt even been given a chance… The thoughts of not being to bear… Her mind is racing fast, thoughts…
Ah, new love, getting to know each other. Much like spring, the excitement of a change for the better. Like a warm sunny day, the song birds coming around, the sprouting of buds on the ...
Let no man stand between my God a… I claim a Free man’s right Of intercourse direct with Him, Who gave me Freedom with the air… God made me free.—
Your eyes, relay a story, of dream… Yet, the fragrance of your perfume… The heart can’t hold conversation,… But as you look at the water, you… A dream, can last a lifetime, yet…
Dawn gulps the last dregs of night bringing the sun to burn and seagull’s to fight. A breathless breath stains scarlet
A rich man has everything he needs… the one who wants everything is po…
First of all FUCK YOU! No one wants to count you Every time I’m hungry I have to c… When I don’t; you make me pay Sneaky and quickly affecting my we…
Is it easier giving up then to. ke… should i forget about us when it f… should i be the man i seek out to… your making it harder when your al… sometimes i wonder if we are toget…
Her hair is, golden waves of fire, a perfumed curtain, hiding lips that enrapture me in t… Her skin is,
Sheltering in place alone in my little home, time spent on the phone becomes a
What is a Hero? Someone who swoops in and saves the day wearing tights and a cape? Someone who seems to be able to save those from danger with their superhuman strength? Or are they sim...
Why do we blame? Did we choose ou… their gernetic composition, their… blessings, isn’t this where we sta… Did we decide when we were born, o… physical capacities, our prospecti…
What time the poet hath hymned The writhing maid, lithe-limbed, Quivering on amaranthine asphodel, How can he paint her woes, Knowing, as well he knows,
As the shadows grow longer, And it turns to a later hour, The sun’s rays seem to spotlight, A solitary flower, Maybe even just a weed,