Lasting seconds as the tide washes them away, much like death washes our lives into it’s depths.
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Bands of ribbon, elastically balancing on bars,
blackness and horror.Colors riveting themselves to objects and things,turning dull ineptitude into rainbow based endeavors,held onto by everyone wanting to find a purpose andit’s meaning in their lives.
Cheating hearts end up in a lot of turmoil, ruining marriages, families, and jobs.
Relationships, falling apart, never put back together, because family is now broken and can’t be repaired.Left in darkened hallways, no way to remove themselves from them.
Wherever love goes when it dies, it leaves behind some hope for the one left alone.
Wherever love goes when it dies, I hope and pray that I’ll remain with some sort of dignity.No empty bottles on a shelf, no guilt left out to fill another’s mind, no hurt nor sorrow left behind.Wherever love goes when it dies, I hope my family can surmise and find out where I’ve gone, as…
Drenched in sorrow, feeling very low,
invisible.Longing for another moment in another timeand place, separating myself from the hereand now.Knowing that life is expecting me to live,yet pouring so many trials upon it, that Ihave trouble trying to live my purpose.Writing, a gift that I treasure, is the onlyway I can conceive of to live this reluctanttime that’s supposed to be…
Watching nature as it blows a steady morning breeze across the desert.
Stepping in every facet presented to me through nature, writing away in fantasies of imagination.
Explanations aren’t enough as we travel through life
We are hard pressed for answers that escape our mindsin environments of nature.Silently, we think of our plights; walking along wefind theories that just are never proven, yet fillbooks with their unknown knowledge.Sitting on sidelines of earth, scattered ideas attemptto match wits with true wisdom – always failing in theend, because truth wins at last.