Wasted time during the day insomnia in the eve what’s really influencing me Is it really there or the fright of what could be
Category: Marathon Poem
a doubter
seeing is what one may adhere upon believing embedded in deep trust and support approaching time sake moments incidents arising surely doubts in consideration becoming critical to someone which not fully trusting completely because a veil of undetermined actions and motivation allays such circumstance …
Untitled Woman
The woman was a writer Her children, her husband, her friends knew her only as a mother, a wife, a friend. Alone, as she wrote, she came alive. A Person, an Artist of Words. She wrote with her tears, her laughter, her spirit….
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twitch of a hand movement forward withdrawal tapping fingers on a wooden surface turn of the head to a side blank stare turn of the head towards the screen exhale twitch of a hand movement forward lingering hand lowering on top of the mouse clicking…
Random Thoughts
In the light of the morning sun I look into your eyes And know that even though you smile You actually lie Yearning, wondering Laughing on the outside but really crying I want to ask why but i hesitate You will answer In your diplomatic…
hour 18
On this road I drive, through the farmlands I see all the farmers field that one has corn and that one has cows A little further down is the chicken barns farm fresh eggs for sale says the sign I drive a little further and…
Love Is a Language
In English it’s, “I love you.” “Ana behibak,” in Arabic. Tunisia says, “Ha eh bak.” And in Hungary it’s, “Szeretlek.” Each language says it differently Yet one thing remains unchanged No matter what the symbols be Or in which order they’re arranged One common language…
#22bis – Florescence
It’s magic to talk to plants It’s magic and off the ground Comes all wizardry about When the sun is out Suddenly when the night falls Nothing continues to grow As it used to do Oh it seems to be growing But it’s…
Fade
Love is like a rose. It can blossom. into and beautiful flower. Or it can fade into the. darkness. Of the night
Female’s Life
we have many cycles to morphs into a grown woman. New born, toddler, teenager, young lady, little woman and finally grown woman. We go through different stage in our life.One day, life starts happening in front of you and you start to take your own…