A poem about personal heartache.
Continue ReadingWrote this for my high school.
Continue ReadingThere is no other way, but I do not want to go.
Continue ReadingJust a poem written by me. A poem called: You cannot be saved.
Broken you stand in the darkness.
Tears are running down your face.
Tears are dropping on the cold stone floor.
You will forget the days when only sunshine posessed your delicate soul….
You knew there was no hope.
Continue ReadingLetting go of something you love.
Continue ReadingAcceptance of reality in an imagined state of mind.
Continue ReadingAUTHOR’S NOTE
This was written spur of the moment in response to a post on one of the group sites that I belong to on Father’s Day of this year. I have had very good responses from those few that I have chosen to share it with, and it was suggested by a few of them that I might want to share it with others. But I am a somewhat unschooled writer. I write by inspiration alone, inspired by events and people around me, or, as was the case with this story, by something that I have read or heard or even by a random thread of memory. I do not go seeking the words by choice, they simply come of their own accord.
Continue ReadingThis poem is describing what I feel and how I am treated generally. This is a very vague poem however. It may take a while to understand.
Continue ReadingPoetry about angels, people, life and death.
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