LOST FOR WORDS
I want to write a poem for
you, but there are not ...
Under the umbrella moon
I saw a girl despair
Above the sour apple tree
I knew something wasn’t there
Where could it be; I thought aloud
And those nearby me heard
A head tossed over shoulder
A frown – don’t say a word
Living out a life ...
I was just seventeen
Trying not to be mean
I found the door to the rest of my life, and it is open.
Now, I am ex...
Were you born with a label?
Like a glossy tag tearing the flesh.
It’s stuck and is so pathetically intriguing.
I have no wonder
About the human blunder
The things I want to say
Want to do
Can't fully be expressed by words
Roses are red, violets are blue, can I binge watch Nicholas Sparks movie...
Today We’ll start with a story and will reach to a conclusion therea...
Soft, cool air in shattered lungs, mist
floating delicately in the opening of
forest, silence surrounding
solemn souls, secret
simultaneously about in the
I have a confession to make. You’re probably going to make fun of me whe...
See Me Stop
Don’t tell me I’m livin’
When everything is dyin’
PRAYER FOR CLEANSING III
June 6, 2017
Im not a painting, a gallary, nor a mueseum.
My textures are not on for display, you do not have permission to touch.
My colors are not for you to stare and talk about.
I’m not something you visit or pass by.
Don’t delude yourself into...