The day earth fell, it was gloomy. Those dreadful words I detested came true. News slipped between the mountain ridges. I wept like a willow tree, leaving water everywhere. Time to piece together, the man you were. In the days coming, I'm sure I'll write more but for now this poem will suffice. Friday night, … Continue reading Weep
Time withered away our hurtful memories. Leaving behind your joyous smile. Here I sit without you as I await the night. Like sand in the wind, my dreams vanish. Leaving me empty handed. The day will return when you’re beside me once more in paradise.
Here I skip stones, across the still water. My feet anchored within the sand, as time flew. Each sunset spent without you, my heart ached. I yearn for your return with red roses and violets.
Those dainty words twirl and dance between my eyes. I’ll say it today, I’ll say it tomorrow, I love – you. Sweaty palms, speedy heart, unable to calm the storm as you glide towards me. Your smile grows wide, melting my heart. The world sits in silence, now’s my chance. I……I…..I love….. I love you! … Continue reading Love
We all go through unpredictable hardships in life. We have to remember that we are the lucky ones.
There it is, that majestic photograph. A glimpse of time, forever captured between a frame. There it is, left untouched that handwritten speech. A glimpse of time, still relevant today inspiring millions. A photograph worthy of 1,000 words. A speech worth 50 years of enrichment. Featured Image. With Martin Luther King Jr. assassination vastly approach … Continue reading Empower
My words woven together stretching the truth beyond measure. Tailored and bound by those ‘round. As time progresses, neglected frays unravel the fabric. Leaving me exposed – naked. Here I stand holding, empty strands of the truth.
Box by box, I pack up expectations. Move over new followers, improved writing, increased exposure. I need room. Room for failure. Einstein failed school, yet changed physics. E=mc2 Emily Dickenson was ignored, yet she wrote 1,800 poems. Beethoven stopped practicing, yet composed beloved symphonies. Move over expectations, failure is needing space.
