A bouquet of flowers is all I need for my birthday to be complete. Maybe include some roses and some tulips too. It’s not hard to imagine how much brighter my day would be if someone sent a bouquet of flowers to me. Maybe an…

Blackbird, dark, ancient muse Singing the song my soul has forgotten In the still twilight The graves of the things I’ve buried away Dead things I’ve hidden away Of these you sing, my faithful friend Night-mares turned to lullabies Take these melodies of misery These…

Seek light in every situation Hold your head high and be who you are Imagination is a beautiful & amazing asset Never lose your sparkle Each day is new; start fresh & make the most of it

Mitch Brown Hr 9 All that glitters Not all the glitter is gold they say, then though it may be true There are things those that glitter, but only just for you Gold will get you far in life, if that’s the life you seek…

The Book I picked from the shelf is “The Participatory Mind” by Henryk Skolimowsky The last line is: In the grandeur that it requires” Poem Words when came were divine the first and the last of the Lord will be Of good  best  pure and…

Take me to the breathing blue love, Endless like you. I’m leaving soon. (Sorry). The salty headache Does not feel so deja vu. If you see me, Save me.

You keep saying that you will have your license soon but your legs say otherwise your feet swell into pooling things the special socks barely help you say this because you’re sad and You feel like a burden to us. But it is more that…

The heart is hollow  A hallowed hall  Of contracting walls    It rests in a chest  A treasure  Not meant to horde or hold   A living lesson  In letting Go  Loss does not break it For it is crossroads of chambers Made of the …

Womanhood always comes with duties The black version comes with more than that Our minds unravel when expectations are uncontrolled unlisted unnamed but present themselves like a stress inducing button was pressed overanalyzing both sides of my body never caressing the thought a soul is…

There’s exposure in the kind of performance that’s made for anyone and everyone of an unknown, or imagined version fabricated to convince you to accept, to love a constant state of transmutation