Siddartha Beth Pierce > Writing | WritersCafe.org

With boisterous charm the sky erupts spilling forth its skylight cup of thunderous deafening roars set to music like applause and the silence in ..

Nada zip that's on this trip no part no trace no element to interest you or face insignificant unimportant that which does not exist at all ..

The power of memory the cum of hay the smell of clay like the mud puddle at the bottom of the hill where we used to play. Joy, the perfume my..

My lover's nest has come to rest upon these river's shores. Within its walls there is a ghost of no man alive today. But in the past took o..

Colors entwined in rhythm, rhyme Sublimely lit upon the shore's swirling eddies within the glimpse of the moon's trance set in dancing swirls..

Every child is an artist.The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up. – Pablo Picasso To hinder an artist is a crime, to do..

I had a dream I was surging about the sea you and me riding the waves of oblivian as the currents washed us in upon the shore the waves surrou..

I am alive and you are the living dead I have been where you are I understand I attempt to wake you from your miserable nightmare And yet you onl..

Excursions upon the wind where dreams play in the breeze of never been Reality comes too soon with the setting of la lune yet before long nig..

'from a dream...'