Who we are
We are not who or what our parents wanted us to be
Straight walking church going hallelujah teens
We are the gay boys hidden in closets and addicted to ****
I think I wrote this one about accepting loss and letting go. one of the hardest things to do. enjoy...
write down your feelings and set the pages on fire. it's a way of...
Hello! I've had a poetry blog for about to years now, it's mostly free verse with a few short stories and opinionated article thrown in. Check it out: www.punkrockpericaliya...
All the songs I listen to have to be about you or us,
Hoping you will see them but knowing you won't.
I am not obsessed I promise this is called love,
Please trust me this time...
Heaven --- Free verse #6
Heaven is a storybook.
Each page glinting like magic.
The plot, heartwarming.
Once it's open,
it never stops.
words come to life.
Cedar Creek Muse
Yesterday evening before it turned dark
The songs of a wood thrush and meadowlark
Music welcoming in the coming night
While a sphinx moth awakens on my porch...
I twist and turn words from which I hear songs from the birds. Any themes I hear shall be woven into a rhythm for those far and near.