What if my Dad could come back from Heaven?
I might finally be happy with life.
What if I lived with my Grandma?
I could be...
My heart is yours, every part of it.
Always has been, always will be.
I just wish it could've kept yours beating.
Now you live...
The storm clouds are gathering sending dark thoughts threw my mind. The sky has turned as dark as the ink spilling from my pen.
Can't see any...
By Richard David Briggs
Dedicated to: The Merciful
Ice fishing on a frosty winter day,
Friend Raven caws to me afraid...
The early morning ,the quite part of the day
dusk the close of the day it only arrives once
then its gone the day itself
dawn to dusk...
each item exactly in its decision of place
unmoved in relation
world moves slow in the...
As i sit,and wonder about today,i am approached by few thoughts for instance,how can i stay in prayer
constantly or as they say "prayed up"-easy...
Rainbows creak outside my bedroom window. Like creases of sun, after the pouring rain. Stained glass. The result of disruption. You looked like the joy...
Inspired by Loren Dorf’s and DBlankportrait’s poem “Hourglass”
blushing angelic in the raging force
watch the rivers silent haunting storm
break off to arrest the punished lip
the ransom paid by...
Oh Saturday, Oh Saturday, you’ve brought such happiness and pain;
Two with shouts of ecstasy, but two with tears of rain!
A little note from me to you if i could move mountians or talk to the sea
or use all my talents to see others happy i would ,
if i were a...
It seems turmoil inspires me
Beckons me write
Urges me feel
Loosens my tongue
Tears flow red from my pen
As inked words...
Have you ever wondered,
What Success really Is?
Have you ever got Frightened,
How the opposite of Success feels?
Atuned to your ear Lord,
atuned to your voice
atuned to your spirit Lord
i want no other choice
I can relate to the words you say
they cut like a knife going through butter
your words,your words
do heal me or just the opposite...