Ultimately not one amongst usWill ever be denied that,The glimmer of a chance to shine.

All I ever really wanted to do was arouse souls through my writing and enjoy my journey to becoming one with myself and with the world.

Poets are always taking the weather so personally.

Maybe she will be broken forever. but if it is so, she will adorn it with radiant elegance; and all that man will ever discern is her effortless grace and the softness of her smile.

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a moment remindcountry side is burningin sun- there I want you,moment-monsoon at the door stepfirst shower of himunder its beneath want you to be closeto you–a moment to remind-nothing is there inwhich I don’t look...

HONESTLY ….I believe people are intimidated with truthful/ outspoken people. HONESTY….. will help you grow and it shows maturity.HONEST…..people will push you closer towards your destiny.

REMEMBER HER- sudden wind come through your open window a silent wave fall inside of room you run to catch your curtain and she is not in that room—– remember her a little you are...

Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

This is where I belong, burning in these flames. For everything I have done wrong, I know I am to blame.

Poetry is the whispering of a truth by the shouting of the best possible lies

Within my reflection I see tears, for what I see is the truth, are my greatest fears.

Bisognerebbe saper attendere, raccogliere, per una vita intera e possibilmente lunga, senso e dolcezza, e poi, proprio alla fine, si potrebbero forse scrivere dieci righe valide. Perché i versi non sono, come crede la gente,...

There is a glimmer of metal that wavers between his thighs. He turns to face me. The balls of his large gauge nipple rings catch my eye as they glint in the light of the...

Song of myselfI am of old and young, of the foolish as much as the wise, Regardless of others, ever regardful of others, Maternal as well as paternal, a child as well as a man,...

I’m burning in despair Love which you distanced from me Return once again I’ll forgive you againReturn, Page 19

Perfection”Every oak will lose a leaf to the wind.Every star-thistle has a thorn.Every flower has a blemish.Every wave washes back upon itself.Every ocean embraces a storm.Every raindrop falls with precision.Every slithering snail leaves its silver...

Carpe DiemBy Edna StewartShakespeare, Robert Frost, Walt Whitman did it, why can’t I?The words of Horace, his laconic phrase. Does it amuse me or frighten me?Does it rub salt in an old wound? Horace, Shakespeare,...

Trying to pump breath into a fairy tale is as arduous and tragic as ancient Greek theatre.

His voice is muddy, that’s what it is. Dark and brown and muddy. A note to it like coffee left too long on the burner. And unsweetened, bitter chocolate. But there’s dirt in it too,...