To wait is to suffer. To wait in vain is suicide. But all is a choice. At the expense of what you wish to bargain, will you…… Read more “Waiting and Me”
Category: Poetry
Rhymes…
When Poets write..
We are walls with feet (Everything concealed and constantly moving) Memories as puzzle pieces labeled – beyond (The museum is abandoned and yet we go back) I…… Read more “When Poets write..”
The reality is that, it hurts. – A REPOST
Never assume unless otherwise stated But assume once something’s started That it won’t end and it will last Get ready for reality blast. Reality will then sink…… Read more “The reality is that, it hurts. – A REPOST”
10:30 PM madness – A REPOST
And she looked up at the stars and stared out the window, she lay there in bed thinking of how to let go.
When reality strikes you – A REPOST
And as she stared at her dog’s eyes, Her smile turned upside down Reality now finally sinking in She is done dreaming.
