Publish. Read. Get Read.
Random First Lines:I feel the touch of you surrounding me wondering who you are what you are the deep comfort around me and my why » Read
By To The World A Black Balloon
Another brick in the living shadow All inhale the downward spiral
am I insane?
This is a bit similar to how I sometimes feel...I hope you can all relate to this
By Don Vito Corleone
What I'd feel or do on these days of the week...eh? On your comment, what do you do or feel like on the days of the week?...eh?
Your's truly...Don Vito Corleone.
the mention of being held in the heart can mean a person/feeling/belief system/situation/identity/personality/past event you know, etc etc etc.....and to let it/them go with love and acceptance.
Poetry | Updated Apr 10, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 8 | Likes: 8
Humorous poem about weight gain.
By Hugs And Kisses
This is a poem, not only that but my first love/romance-ish one. And to the question that all my friends/people who know me will be asking. NO I will not tell you who this is about and YES it is actually a poem about how I feel, not how I imagine something will feel. Oh, and PLEASE give me a...
Poetry | Updated Mar 22, 2008 | Reads: 4 | Comments: 9 | Likes: 19
By Michael L Lewis
Poetry | Updated Feb 28, 2008 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
For every now there is a space inbetween called, " THE NOT YET Seen."
A prayer that I say in the mornings to help me get through my day.
Poetry | Updated Jan 22, 2008 | Reads: 18 | Comments: 3 | Likes: 4
A short poem about a day. The emotions and feelings I experienced during that day.
It is a hopeful poem I think
A Bunch of Poems 2
We tread upon the emerald grass,
underneath is hallowed ground.
By Constantinos Grigoriadis
I wait for my tomorow to come,
Lost inside my today
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...
An out look on changes in people and the way we see them.
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0