Even though they’re never proven to any type of satisfaction, leaving thought out in the open to dry out and crumble under any type of scrutiny.
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Tired of facing reality, running and hiding away
Basically strengthening lights, beckoning fromgates of heaven, slightly open to admit a timidsoul in the near future.
Rotating on an axis is always holding me in circumferences of poetry.
Writing down every thought as it fills me with emotion and daydreams of all the yesterdays I have lived through and all the ones still standing, waiting for me in the future of my destiny.Brightly lighting the way as I gather myself in volumes of poems, telling of a life I have lived til today.
Nothing can wash away the tears holding me together,
Finding nothing in my path to keep me moving forward,instead I walk backwards and fall into a deep wellwith nothing keeping me from falling forever into adeep and abiding loneliness.
Numb with the indifference of uncaring, cold-hearted
Deciding to advise one not to pay rent, yet won’tput it down in writing – won’t commit to telling thetruth.Leaving a family of four stranded with no where to go.A kind-hearted neighbor offers her vacant house tomove into – rent and security to be paid by the cityof Phoenix – only no one will answer…
Sauntering downstream amid turmoil and furor, tainting every moment without much ado.
Delectable sounds, training their images onto screens of mind-boggling lectures, never-ending comments from artistic galleries in the raw.Neglecting visions of early morning light, dictating an energizing fortitude, hoping for strength of character to begin again.