

Meditations on a RoseOh thine evanescent rose, how sweet fathoms of depth do elude you. The scent wafting in the breeze, intoxicating as that of the first spring. How I doth speak to thee, and pray tell thee of the depths of mine heart. Though these thoughts do beseech thee, I dare not speak them so. For naught but on deaf ears shall they fall. To unravel and wind as one with time. May mine wishes become one with the sea, gently drifting, slowly whisping, forever on the breeze. Though all may be for naught, all hopes be forgot. How mine wishes be, that one last droplet be for me. To fall from the sky andMeditations on a Rose


Fleetingwhat once was lost again shall be flowing through the deepening sea. the night is cold, stars ablaze forever tearing through the midnight haze.Fleeting


7 Days7 days So frail Yet so long7 Days
Grown so strong The connection between Merger of worlds Living in a dream
Most entrancing thought What dreams may come 7 days


FreeNo longer held by her sway in my step. I’m free to make my own choices, my own story. To live and love as I choose to believe. To be superman for someone in need. No longer dominated Through ill-gotten promises. No longer haunted By her ghost. My choice Honesty My own Free.Free


My SunSunshine, Such a fleeting thing One moment it’s out, The next it cowers behind a cloud.My Sun
What makes the sun shine in your world? The sun brings life and growth in its wake. So what is your sun? What makes you bloom?
My sun is constantly changing Its orbit—hazardous Sometimes it is scorching me Other moments I am freezing.
But those moments of light Are worth all the troubles it brings For nothing is better
Than being surrounded by warmth.
Light warms the heart And thaws bitterness. It works to make you better


Why Are You Talking To Me?Confusion… Why are you talking to me? Why doesn’t it hurt? Why are you ruining my plans? Why are you saving me? How are you still saving me? You have no business saving me And yet you are Despite everything, You are. Why? How? I don’t understand. How did you know? And why am I mad at you? Why did I hurt you? I don’t mean to I’m surprised And shocked And confused. Why are you talking to me? You’re not hurting me Why not? Why are you apologizing? You’re apologizing For my bad behavior, My stWhy Are You Talking To Me?
(I told you I'd remember this year.)
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I once thought I knew myself, I now realize that is the most preposterous thought I could have ever conceived...
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I once thought I knew myself, I now realize that is the most preposterous thought I could have ever conceived...
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I once thought I knew myself, I now realize that is the most preposterous thought I could have ever conceived...
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