Poetry Pages

thank you Bags. nice to see you.

8elieve You move a world So it is - In the validity of our perceptions I made a whirling world - Stand still sometimes And brought forth words from abysses of silence Two kinds of creatures And sometimes you were The most beautiful I had ever Laid eyes upon - Like if you were stars The sorts of thin...

The Write Reasons Could it have been God In the caged eyes Of the captive’s longing A thought hidden to me Cloaked with smoke night time With wishes written in dust hieroglyphs Recollected yesterdays Seem mistranslated forever Sandcastles to granule stowaways We are on a path which unfolds Like the ...

i know someone who had their lingerie stolen from a lingerie mat.?.

lol.

haha
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anyway...
i dont know..


she is a crazy girl...

but i really love her

you work in a green house, i think that is very cool. the other day my father, after going to a local green house, to purchase flowers and things, spoke of building a greenhouse. i told him that i had been thinking about such a thing for a few years now... except well, yeah... i actually have a grea...

yes, i think this is a sentiment we can all relate to.

i know i can...

and there are reminders in the strangest of places.

that, i suppose, is the mark left, i suppose.

some things are irreplaceable.

relation to the piece in all its cynicism. m

haha. not at , rather, with.

do you possess forgiveness in your heart.

is your mind an adversary to that heart.

simple desires... beautiful desires.

it seems so simple doesnt it.?. it should be so easy.

yeah...

well done.

awakening with eyes of emptiness...

would we make it.?.

would we make it.

i like this write.

regards

thank you

im not fully certain i empathize with this. however the other night, i was sitting under this one certain kind of sky... suddenly, one rain drop, two, three... i ended the strange conversation i was involved with, feeling... summoned to call... this certain someone... but the sun always comes to dif...

* * * Muted storms surround the sphere. The newest numbness is captivating. Furious seas enthralled in spirals. The stillness of paintings in intervals. The latest alone in assertions of freeze. Castle of mind on an immovable foundation. Withholding all of the secrets bound. All the times of lost we...