Onlyme : Writing

We all need......writing and to express

We all need......writing and to express

A Poem by Onlyme


We all want to hear aboutnice things, undying loveromance, perfect summersday. Great upbeat storiesthat make you laugh.But the reality is bad things d..
Reep What You Sow.. Karma..

Reep What You Sow.. Karma..

A Poem by Onlyme


The hands and feet that hurt others.The words, they injure with suchprecision and spite.The venom they spit out.Direct at us. With such hatedand nasti..
pain

pain

A Poem by Onlyme


Pain is our body and brains way oftelling us we need assistance, helpor aid. To heal the woes that afflictus so.Pain also tells us we are humanand fal..
Life & Time..

Life & Time..

A Poem by Onlyme


Time waits for no man.Time never stands still.Time never runs backwards.Time always marches forwards.Time of regrets, happiness, joys,sadness and lear..
Our own fleeting moments in Time.

Our own fleeting moments in Time.

A Poem by Onlyme


Time is just a fleet moment in existenceconstantly moving forwardnever returning backwards.Memories built on imagescaptured in photographsto reflect, ..
At least I try.

At least I try.

A Story by Onlyme


I am but flawedas have my foilsand blemishes.I am far from perfectas a human being.I try my very best towalk the right path inlife journey.And to help..
Beauty on Earth...

Beauty on Earth...

A Poem by Onlyme


Out in the countryside far from the maddening crowds of city streetsand noisy traffic.We enjoy the peace and tranquillity ofnature and the beauty it h..
Overwhelming Comfort & Love.

Overwhelming Comfort & Love.

A Poem by Onlyme


My mind is calm and the stillness of the evening is impacting on my brain.It's so peaceful. If a pin just happened to dropped on the floor.I would not..
Different Classes But a Wonderful Union.

Different Classes But a Wonderful Union.

A Poem by Onlyme


He is stern, posh and clever,she is sweet, down to earth and endearing. They seem to tick-a-long nicelytogether in their happy union ofa love nest.Nev..
20 great years.

20 great years.

A Poem by Onlyme


He was the runt of the little.So tiny but just somethingabout him was so endearing.He had a deformed back left leg.And had a little bend in his spinen..