Poems
Time. Time sings to me words so coldly spoken. It attempts to capture a weary heart- one that's beat and broken.
Pain. Pain is weakness but great strength for the dark. And in the night it seeks the wounded, to leave it's wrecked mark.
Love. Love is just a...
Pain. Pain is weakness but great strength for the dark. And in the night it seeks the wounded, to leave it's wrecked mark.
Love. Love is just a...
We spend so much time searching for relationships we want-the loves we share invade our dreams, and in our souls they haunt.
Cant go to sleep without them, we sit wishing for our pair, knowing that this love we found is something strong and rare.
Sometime...
Cant go to sleep without them, we sit wishing for our pair, knowing that this love we found is something strong and rare.
Sometime...
Howling Proto-Sapiens,
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
Reaching for the moon,
As we teach them,
In their simple ways,
Where they will go,
When the future takes hold,
And they gave on us, As messengers,
From some inconceivable “God”,
Carrying on our stories,
In their archaic ...
We wander,
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
Shining bright as stars,
Down roads tossed,
by wind and storm.
The cavalry has come,
threw blinding lights,
of past and future,
traveling portals
Time is not linier,
a dizzying thought,
to those who have,
never travele...
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