Life can sometimes be hectic. I have found that writing brings me pleasure. I have been writing for years and never shared very many of them with anyone until I ran across this web site. What is the point in writing if you don't share it. It doesn't really matter if my poetry is good as long as it brings me joy and happiness. My writing is inspired by life and although some of it is very dark none of it is autobiographical and all of it is fiction and should not be taken as anything other than my artistic way of expressing things both real and unreal. |
I love a sunny day
A day where clouds cannot form...
Although I can't see, I know you are there
So much in the dark and completely unaware...
We have a war within our own shores
All the Democrats and Republicans do is fight...
You have the gifts any man would like for...
A kind word...
Without you:
My life is a desert where the grass will not grow...
My Love
I hear the sound of the ding...
A heart without love, still beats
When ears cannot hear, there is still sound...
Parents are more than a bank.
More than a place to unpack when the money runs...
I once had a dad,
I watched, I learned...
I sometimes wonder what life has been about
Maybe I'm just too old fashioned...
Finding love is like trying to grab a handful of Jello from a bowl. It will do everything it can to evade your grip, eventually you'll grab a little, but only enough to make you want more. |
A good love is like a rash |
There is nothing quite like being told how much you are loved for nine years, and then the next day being handed divorce papers. |