I enjoy writing and reading poetry. My inspiration comes and goes. |
I travel through this dark, dull world
crawling on my knees...
Another day has passed
grains in glass couldnot last...
Treacherous beast and shameless fiend / I curse...
By the sea / where taunting sirens sing...
This morning when I woke up,
I realized you were gone...
Come to me like when I dream
Alluring as a sleep phantom you can...
I never signed my life away,
I always knew I could...
Turn yours eyes to better men
And wonder is no one left...
Now I'll never know
The sound of your heart beat...
Why wish that we had met sooner,
Begin to list the possibilities...
And who knew that beneath the dishelved rags and tattered lion pelt that you adorn yourself with, when pulled back reveals the most innocent lamb of them all? |
Worry is like a dead-weight, coiled like a poised and ready to strike cobra, and when relief washes over this cobra, it withers; hissing, spitting, and melting into the earth as the sun dries it up. |
If man were meant to fly, he would have been born with wings. However, if love was meant to make man feel as if he is flying and nothing could ever hold him down, does that give the heart of man wings with which he can accomplish such ability? |