I love reading I use reading as a escape and to relax when I want to just be myself and put myself into the story
Love Reading and Knowing Things
Call it what he will...dark, lousy, sappy, political, etc...I call it bright, inspiring, beautiful, brilliant, etc.....
....L❤️VE his writing...YES I DO!!
I felt the need to...
Reading is my therapy, but reading is why I need therapy, you feel?
I'm currently reading some Anne Rice. I'm on the third book of the Vampire Chronicles: The Queen of the Damned. :)
I am reading two books at this time. One is Catch 22 by Joseph Heller. My brother gave it to me for Christmas. I found it hard to get into but I am halfway through and now I find...
This one is about killing someone you love, and the thought process that runs through your mind. Trying to get into the mind of a murderer is hard work, though.
The Bliss of...
Do so many people actually write poetry, looking at their experiences? It's kind of hard to believe, man.
And there you were
My greatest love
A love I once knew
My heart opened
and you stood at the gate
Our special connection
intimate moments shared...
My dreams are infinite i can't refuse to fulfill
My wishes are uncountable like stars scattered on the sky
My Love for you is devine that makes my inner stronger
so you are in my...
The Werewolf's Cry
I feel Luna give me power
As I stay awake in this night hour
When I look up at the sky
I know I hear the werewolf's cry
Eyes gold filled with love,
This poem is for my father
God rest his soul.
Daddy how much I misd you
Daddy today is February 7, 2015, I cant believe it's been 11 years it's been to long,
How I shed some...
This poem I wrote for my best friend it comes from my heart
Rhonda your my best friend
From the moment we met,
And I cant tell you how glad
I really am...
THE GENIUS OF LIFE
the ocean inside me has dried
for so long I've tried to hold on
to fall out of love from you
before every of it is gone
tell me what is left
what hope have i...
I know she's out there,
dreaming of me,
as i dream of her.
I can see the life that awaits,
not so far away.
Fields of green as far as the eye...
This is a short poem about my 6 year struggle against depression, I might still be fighting but I am hopefully done with beating myself up over it. I hope you guys enjoy.
The blooming mist, moist and black
Hugs our wrists, like an iron tack.
Our eyes lock onto each others'
Like two rays intertwining
In the surroundings of unknown...
A Tale of Windswept Mysteries
Thrusting myself upon the unknown
Tearing away straws of plants full-grown
The nature's beryl stands tall with a charming little sapphire