Trees are extremely adaptive. No matters what’s around them the continue to grow they grow around the bad and they grow around they good. Nothing can stop them from growing. This is how...
A laggard in the rear of time’s sw… And one who loiters on an aimless… Through lands he knows not; lured… In secret paths where silence hold… And rust ascending wings. Roads m…
IN the greyness of the dawning we… In the whisper of the morning we h… Shall we sleep and let them be When they call to you and me? Can we break the land asunder God…
When I was little and you were ta… Your ears were big and my hands we… I’d want some strawberries but you… You meant the world to me Holidays came but soon flew by
Behind us at our evening meal The gray bird ate his fill, Swung downward by a single claw, And wiped his hooked bill. He shook his wings and crimson tai…
Thinking and feeling necessitates a lot of linking and… Done alone you just get a sinking… while on screen they see blinking…
I’m seeing bricks on bricks Some top ramen Some I can’t talk about My struggle Granny drop tears
By Stanley Collymore I’m a firm believer of unrestricte… absolute freedom of expression reg… voices either of them or the initi… stated expressions or comments ema…
You stepped into my room and your… There was no time to think, Your… We felt the heat of passion like n… I touched you in ways that had you… Our bodies melted together and bec…
——-Second, Not First————— Copyright by Dan L. Murphy TheDuck.com / DLMcomics The second, not first Is worse than a curse, 'cause
through your bedroom window on the grounds outside your dorm was a tiny lake in a circle of tre… that caught moonlight and eerie fo… hours spent high as floating kites
Come Sleep; O Sleep! the certain… The baiting-place of wit, the balm… The poor man’s wealth, the prisone… Th’ indifferent judge between the… With shield of proof shield me fro…
As a man approaches he yells at the young men while he drinks a tequila, “ I’m begging you boys, do not speak in front of me of ladies!” The boys continued and remarked that they just...
I push you away Hoping The stronger my shove, The faster your return But the wind gets knocked out of m…
The only possible form of self-awareness is knowing what you want to be true
I was never as tender in love then when more a child less a man
I am the not the man You’ve thought I was I spin circles around My own nerves You think of me
’Tis The SONG OF LITTLE MARY, Standing at the bar-room door While the shameful midnight revel Rages wildly as before.
Three sisters single in their 40s gather 'round the fire on a night of thunder to figure out which sister
A close friend is silver, a true friend holds heart’s gold; only such friends stay with you, everyone else turns cold; memories carry us forward,
There are doors through our lives, Some we open, some we close, Some are things we think we want, Yet some we never chose, There are doors that once they’re…
The door slams Behind my lurching steps Keys jam the ignition A gas pedal crushes the floor Away from yet another fight
I have a pain that won’t let me go… A deep-down-in your-bones kind of… The pain of loss, bad choices and… The new miracle drug-of-the-day di… the therapy, the coming-to-terms,…
Dear Ghost, across a wind-swept s… You wander back again to me, And I am not afraid, for see I bid you rest beside me here! I press your icy lips to mine,
Freshly Squeezed Lemonade by Omer Zamir | Bulent Mourad Freshly Squeezed Lemonade is the patchy start to a whimsical career. Omer Zamir, a 23-year-old Israeli poet living out of Maine,...
daddy’s on the couch, he’s passed out, mamma’s in her bead, with a bottle in her mouth, it will all be the same tomorrow,
a child so small, so vulnerable, so weak, helpless, powerless, not able to speak, lying awake in bed knowing hell soon appear, frightened and trapped living a torturous nightmare, body ...
First, I was crying out for help And no one was around to listen. I realized I pushed them all away… Then, I had to learn to stand by… And wait out for those who were fr…
I have been feeling strange all da… Then it hit me 2005 September 17t… Our wedding day. I will always hold this day in my… It belongs to you and me always ha…
*Faith is jumping the pit in your… I want to believe Really. But, there is This little bastard