routines.
Not even giving a thought to them as they disappear in a
flurry of excitement over finding something on sale at the
mall.
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Dreaming in a world of make-believe,
fiction and glowering outward towardsthe universe of one.Traveling silently in songs of beautifulrhythms, gliding slowly down rainbows oftomorrow’s love, guiding all desires alongpathways of honest, truthful love.
It’s so hard to understand boys and things they do for attention.
Rowdy, rough, out in the open types of personalities – a boy doesn’t get away with much because he does everything out in the open.Why don’t boys try to hide things that aren’t supposed to be done?Like girls do!That is why boys are constantly in trouble when at school – they do it all right…
Shouting to the world in
I write in intensive longingfor tomorrow’s promises.
A canopy hung over my head to
An intense desire to be alone,to think, to become unknown again.A person without a reason for being.
Stranded in a land of unknown fears, wondering where life will leave me, hesitant to surmise.
Living in a quandary of thought, not knowing whether I should give up sooner rather than later.Hopefully, gathering many prayers to hold me up and keep me going, if only on faith for now.
Fashioning mystery from inner imaginative realms, dictating it’s solvency and picturesque vision into my being without reserve.
Calculating nature’s beauty in verses of a poem.