the sky is a metaphorical roof, does not fall... the earth is a programed dancer,...
He stood there looking out of the window, lonely Wondering when they would come. He had been...
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Laidback under your ground counting blossoms in eaten sound While oceans washed away...
Beneath earth is the abyss A mythical place of strange beings Knocking at the door, said the...
What is the Soul, have you ever thought? Or is it a mystery in which you are caught? We all...
Stalker
In the middle of the night When the dead come knocking No ones around to hear...
The motto of the afternoon Is daylight through the wind Where others who need to absolve...
Something I wrote as a result of when my gran passed away a few years ago. She was a very sociable, strong...
Depiction of an inscription of description for foresight in insight is plight of conviction all but a...
Five years and three months ago, I lost a portion of my Soul; When my dearest Soulmate Nico, had to...
Hi poet Thy manner? That's nice A poet goes to his words Creative is what he loves...
A bed of satin to rest awhile, Eulogistic words on lips beguile Pungent sweet stench of...
In the middle of time is nowhere, In that realm, I stagnate there. Rest-stop aside deserted...
There exists a garden in the soul A paradisiacal water's edge, is that place Wherein, all...
I spied a dimpled star, in the heavens As though a bejeweled telescope spoke to me Of the...
Perhaps in these times we Realise how little material things are worth (So why wory too much...