Growing older, looking back upon life, wondering how
things might have been had I made different choices.
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Sentiments stored deeply in tunnels of darkness, not letting any light shine on them so feelings cannot be reached anymore.
Tearing strings left attached from my very soul, throwing aside any and all emotions connected to someone.
Starting over after nine eleven,
flies over my head.Memories clouding my mind of that fateful day,so many lives lost needlessly.Jets overhead being used to signify one man missingin formation.Now it means so much more whenever a jet soars above us.We bow our heads and pray for all those who lost theirlives and the families they left behind.
Strategies of life lie in volumes of poems, altering constantly, according to how I feel interiorly.
Believing in a beautiful tomorrow and trying to attain it through my writing.
Today I write a poem for you, a little light upon the saddened
Tattered remains of a lifetime as mother and daughter,separated by the insistence of death’s embrace.Alone now, walking pathways we used to share, wonder we saw,laughter and tears that brought us nearer.Now we are too far apart, sharing only a space in my heart andmemory.You are not here to speak or listen or share our heartfelthopes,…
Meeting the most believable sound in the world of rhythm, being given the okay to complete life’s final ending with extraordinary peace and direct finesse.
myself as I shine beyond what I am doing, leaving in aboat of exceptional clues to my future existence.
Feeling the rhythm of love and freedom, keeping it close to my mind as I write.
Politely racing on ahead, thinking of new ideas, socializing with patterns, weaving their way into my ingenious intellect.Illuminating every nuance as it appears on inner screens, filled with positive attitudes, sending me straight into heaven’s contemplation.