A New Dawn Tremulously tentativly cautiously hope appears beaten back by the lean years. Unsupported by strong roots it still shoots strong in heart a stubborn will survival an unsung skill. Hope marches on, running jumping higher refusing to die.
Category: Poetry Corner
Final Thoughts
Final Thoughts Any final words today? Any way to beat this rain as I go my way? Do you have words of wisdom after skimming off the scum off your system? Now that you see the light lend me your shades or does it fade with time? I will let you speak - but one more question. Was it worth it?
Forgive Me
Forgive Me Forgive Me for making you chase waterfalls the wift of what could have been the dust of my essences as I float a drift lost to you and you to me. Forgive me as I swerve any which way I have no say I must bend to the wind. Forgive me for being sick of the ugliness of life for earth's sweet relief I will pray. Forgive me for the dim smile I promise to come back from my woeful lacking. Forgive me I will soon be like the sea free to flow freely.
Dark Places
Dark Places Those dark places twisted spaces that are wasteland to make you understand that you are strong to go the distance because you belong. I love those dark places cool, wet and moist land fertile soil, that holds the promise of possiblity. Thanks for those dark places that makes you dance and shout when the sun comes out and chases away those dark clouds. The Sun, that linger long after it becomes undone.
Why Apologise
Why Apologise You said it already You did it already Why apologise? Than glint in your eyes cannot lie I know you will do it again. I guess I must trust that you will mean it this time. But could it be a lie this time again am I insane to trust you again and again? Oh why apologise! When I was ready to cut ties and ride off into the sunset away from sure demise.
You Like. I Love
You Like. I Love You like it I love it Who am I to judge. I'm not God I don't know how to measure right or wrong. Yes I know what I like but not for you, so do what you have to do. All those who judge, judge themselves, they have the closet and all their garbage in it. But I wont judge, cause I have my own.
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