Narrative

Rustic bucolic with merriment opulent,

filled with the form of a formula's formatting,

...

Love has a multitude of languages
All of us fluent in our own
To truly understand another...

Fantasy...
All things you can't touch or see
What you make up in my your mind, to be
...

The Lord is my shepherd

For salvation I shall pray

Through this time today

Upon...

Formal education was never my thing
My mind was far too free
To sit in a classroom, hours on...

Sweat lace churning brow near upturned regolith,

toil of deemed monumentality,

inconstancy...

Just your ordinary , everyday magic genie
Weaving some floetry
Easily
Don't got a...

If you know what's good for you, you won't pull that trigger
See, it matters not, to me, that you're...

For a single moment I lost my breath
The fear of loss kicked in, followed by tears
I never...

Form of man

Walks past tree

Past truck

Towards the park

Across the...

He who starts war

Is a fool

Submitting to fear

Causing harm to the innocent...

[11:13:51 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: are you there
[11:13:55 AM] Peter Theodoropoulos: talk a while...

With the Fall, comes the fall...
Gray days and early darkness
The sun shies away, as if it's...

My life is full of sadness not

knowing who you are

Wondering what I have done

to...

I write about you, not because I'm still heartbroken, but because it's easy.

I suppose you're my...

Thy look this day in mercy's brook

Beneath a blue sky in a place desolate

The empty...

I scream in the night for

the pain I hold

Hoping that I could feel

the warmth of...