Across the river
Across the town
I had been in a flower garden...
This poem is a portrait of what writing is to me. For me it has been a form of expressing from the basic to the most complex things in life. I hope you like it! **Criticism is wholly welcomed. Dr.Blossom
Hundreds of stones were resting below her tiny feet
They're sending pain all over her small body
But she never really cared, not a little...
Catch a glimpse of her
Her honey copper eye
The right side of her butter cup head,...
The Pilgrim, inadvertently found the archaic code. Can you find the code? It's a New year puzzle.
It is the season of the Harmattan; it’s autumn, when snowflakes falls as rain drops
There is a silent speed spreading over the city, bearing in its wake an emotional propulsion ... That is the mood of Christmas
But just as he’d thought he will never find his way out, he heard again the sounds and lighting of fireworks in the horizon, just as the one before; here it comes again: Xmas is here
So I sit here alone, on this piano bench.
My heart weeps for the past, in a dusty wrench.
My fingers are ready to play, ready to tease!...
“Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, when one only remembers to turn on the light.” - Albus Dumbledore.
His cherished warmness and oneness tossed overboard by a strange malady in the wings of politics, that has cast him in the mold of a fiendish, bloodthirsty barbarian.
The truth about what we call "Writer's Block"
John was given a chance to love and lose her again.
"What is love?" You asked
I told you,
"All about caring, no pride, all feelings unmasked...
It is to the graffiti wall we are pinned
False ideas floating among in the wind
The skinny jeans anthem, we chant...
my take on the american who wrote "precious Lord take my hand"