I wrote this one a long time ago, I'd like to think my poetry has matured since. How do you feel about this one?
He only listens to death metal
He's sick of your...
"Undress my soul & may I lay naked before your eyes. Discolor the sorrow & melt the pain like snow, for in this world it has only ever been a disguise. Take me as I am naked...
And in the end, we were all just humans, drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness
The season of daffodils is over but still...
William Wordsworth "Daffodils"
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd...
I am a lover of the written word. Poetry, whether two lines or twenty, can lift the spirit, engage the mind, sink into the soul, or express the deepest feelings from the heart.
Summer, the stuff of dreams
A time of infinite fun under the sun
Long days seem to last forever
A season of enjoyment and laughter
How can there be so much pain in a time
On Death - Kahlil Gibran
“You would know the secret of death.
But how shall you find it unless you seek it in the heart of life?
The owl whose night-bound eyes are blind unto...
Children, if you dare to think
Of the greatness, rareness, muchness
Fewness of this precious only
Endless world in which you say
You live, you think of things like this: