The sky was huge, it was rising above a huge spread of pillars, over the ocean and up and around the magnificent peninsula. It was cold and windy, and the pillars looked like lighthouses or beautiful chateaus floating up the sea.
Poem
I Hate Feeling This Alone
I hate feeling this alone.
I can’t talk to anyone close because I feel like a burden.
I’m in a dark hole and I can’t see the light this time.
Yellow Embers Fill My Soul
I’m happy and feeling a sensuous glow,
The days of yellow ember slither across my face.
What Departs And Never Returns
“That things depart which never may return, or to which nothing return, or from which nothing ever came. My docile self-interlude of thoughts and ideas wonders the same.” Joseph Kravis
Windswept And Blow
There was one cold day, in particular, that I vividly remember that affected me deeply. It was when the wind would blow and I’d feel…
Awaking Of Malaise
You sit there calm cool collective
A gentle smile presents itself
Open to the thought of connecting
But constantly on guard.
Time Life Meandering Spring
I wonder where to start
This is not the story of my life
This is a story that has so many things in it
Happy Halloween
Happy Halloween. Have fun be safe and inspect all candy. CREDIT TO: https://www.poetryloverspage.com/poets/poe/haunted_palace.html Edgar Allan Poe The Haunted Palace In the greenest of our valleys By good angels tenanted, Once a fair and stately palace- Radiant palace- reared its head…. Read More ›
3DART :- 24 Hours Of Love-HR23
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane. Robert Frost
3DART :- 24 Hours Of Love-HR22
y mistress’ eyes are nothing like the sun; Coral is far more red than her lips’ red; If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun; If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.
P&p :- Blue Blues Songs
I called her Mona Lisa nevertheless. The capturing of sole comes From deep within the eyes. My eyes are blue, they remind me of you and who who who. Songs from a soul, universe and all. Someone’s blue eyes are… Read More ›
3DART :- oUT OF mY bODY
Its strange sorrow to be departed, less invades the self of morrow and triplication. The double speak the double talk, talking from both ends. Hey get out of me!