Life is a cycle of growth

A look into the sea. It's beautiful, it can be scary and dangerous.

"Merrily, merrily, life's but a dream" Our real lives can at times, truly feel like the most beautiful dream, hold onto, and saver those moments for as long as you can my friends. Sadly such things come so ever more rarely as the years ebb away.

Poems inspired by Sappho Fragments.

now when my mind itches someone else's thoughts, i can stonewall, clearcut. what do you say to the silence in their place.

A song for me

memory; it's what makes me human; sometimes with thorns but it is the only way to touch the moisture of the human form;

A poem about how my depression has made me feel.

A short poem I wrote as a review a few years ago, for the talented Lissette Garcia, her poems were recommended by her daughter also a great writer, and both honorary members to our little circle of bards. But I'd not suspected the depth of her offerings, that I've truly enjoyed learning of since. I'd advocate her work to all who'd care to look. and I thank you all for your time.

Mon premier poème publié dans la revue Poétisthme (Hors-série : Une partie de Toi grandit et vit en Moi)

The title of this nonet poem happens to be what a little mouse is asking his visiting mother.

The thoughts that keep me from sleeping.

My attempt to poetically describe some feelings of caring, of sharing, and the acts of kindness between parted lovers. Drawn from the seasonal analogy in nature. It's been awhile posting friends, but life can inspire ones pen in unexpected ways, from time to time. And to all who read this humble offering, I thank you for that gift of your time, and for any thoughts you might share.

we are not there anymore. freedom.

Ten years flew by in my eyes, and now you're gone. Still the past haunts with no delay. Should I look at the future, or nurture the past?

Break them up, turn it upside down

Despair is only a cherry on top of a mound of inconsequential problems. Second pillowbook.

Just a puny monument before the rise.

A moment in time

It's not being lazy anymore.

Scarecrow, what is it that you see?

Wrote this for a project

i wonder other worlds and how would they be what is daily in here to them a day dream

Sometimes I wish I was braver.

A Death In Heaven. The loss of my muse, my love.

Umm. I don't know how best to describe this. Just read it.

I really love libraries... :)

In the old house, live the wolves, spitting their obligations and constantly digging holes. Should you prefer to stay, you'll see the dreadful ending...

- this alcoholic

As the flawless spirit continues to flicker on the tip of the candle, blaming the person's mistakes, he crushes it afraid to admit his regrets. Would it be easier to give up and to put down that flame?

Just something sad I came up with about heartbreak.

I was bored one day, so I made a poem that could be read backwards. If there is a name for that, please comment that please.

I wrote this with my feet resting on a door knob.

A brief musing on a fall fruit and life.

What lies beneathe the endless void

Why do we work, day after day? Why do we work, our one life away? Why don't we stop, why don't we take the time. Well the answers right here, right here in this rhyme.

How do I do this again?

You are the sentinels. You are not human. We do not envy you. 'You can have the silent halls, we will gladly give them to you. / and we will have bloody hands and tears.'

" . . . Who I once was, and who I became."

I write questionable poetry when I'm stuck.

Unfulfilled dreams only turn into fossils.

Verisimilitude: the appearance of being true or real... Because, sometimes, acting the way you want to be is the first step in getting there. And sometimes just being an actor will help you fight the pain.

Pitfalls of brilliance.

i always come back to my bad habits&addictions

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