Reality is going to kill you. She takes her trip to the Netherlands and for what, to add it to the countries she’s visited. I
Tag: Poetry
She Speaks The Dream
Let her scream. Let her sing Let her speak her dreams. Let her pant on, glide through waves of churning water and strike back at lighting.
Eerie gusts of wind made the curtains rumble. At will the wind blew strong enough to send the curtains flying, but mostly it caught them
Still She Sleeps-The Girl Who Lost Her Bird
Wake her. I can’t wake her. A trance so simple to employ has held her captive these many years. Wake her. I can’t wake her.
This is free style writing. I just put my hands on the keyboard and write with no corrections or rewording. With intense passion and lust
After yesterday’s twisters, hail and strong winds, today the state was shown mercy. Its rained and rained and rained, but we all kept our roof tops.
My sister kept my secret. She was the only person who knew I could fly. I could fly around the tree in the front yard