 |
What use is the sunrise to meNow, that I cannot shareIts beauty with you?I care no more forIts golden hues, norThe grandeur and the silenceOf early mo..
|
|
There are times when
Dishonesty and Cowardice
Put on the cloak of Righteousness
And patrol the streets of your soul
Feigning su..
|
|
Our boat, a razor’s
edge,
Is cutting water,
slitting
Slashing the
fabric of time
Trimming,
tailoring lines
Revealing,
unra..
|
|
Smog-choked morning greets
Slow rivers of men flowing to the city
Manufactured, managed
Packaged, repackaged
Sanded, rounded off
..
|
|
Perception is everything.
|
|
A man is on a mission. To get his prize, he'll have to face his worst fear.
|
|
Do we mean the same when we say the same words?
|
|
Feigning interest she asks,
“How have you been?”
I want to tell her that
“I died
Went to haven
Came back and
Liv..
|
|
The death of the old signals the birth of something new.
|
|
So cliche - except when it happens to you: that love you thought was "The One" turns sour and it turns your world upside down...or rightside up...depe..
|
|
|
first
prev
Profile
Writing
Friends
Share This