playing with words, I write past witching hour tonight with the bright moonlight; rules come, give me a fright, no muse, yet another plight, I give in, turn off the lights; muse has no time that’s right, a sudden thought set alight, an idea now burning bright, so with rules I must fight; so back … Read morePlaying with words..
time offers me no excuses; from the first light of day to the last pearly moon rays, it passes quick as lightning, silent before the thunder shifts the balance of my life. not a chance to stand still, or introspect life deeper, no chances when pain rains to open any umbrellas; only to steel myself … Read moreTimely thoughts..
I know, been there, done that, maybe even been that. I know, that frown, I had it, maybe even welcomed it. I know, it’ll stay, pain strong, maybe even stay long. but dear, with time, must forget, let go of the frets. I know, this you, is not you, you know, it is true; and … Read morefor Jo.. .
my reflection in your eyes, reality without lies, yet each time, part of me dies. Linked with OctPoWriMo (Day 14, Reflection In Your Eyes) (’12, Oct 14)
How can I put a word, to what excites my muse? For what inspires me, might be to her, a ruse. With each tear of pain, she writes but of hope; she writes but a future, how with pain, to cope. With each smile of joy, she writes of its cause, when inspiration sings, I … Read moreCompleting life..
I know why I was silent, silent all these days; for whenever I did try, it went to unwanted ways. What happened was wrong, but I forgot good times, when we had but sweetness, just remembered sour limes. I did have my own reasons, each were right, I knew; but what did turn to faux, … Read moreSaying the unsaid..