She gave her heart to another
Only to find
Her love was not enough for him
To move beyond
His comfort and safety
She scarce could take it back again
And so lives her days in sorrow
Her eyes always longing
To find his seeking hers
From far across the waves
Apologies for my apologies
Honest poetry
Right time. Right place. Wrong hero.
Thoughts and Photographs from the West Coast
Reserved
18+ content. raw & dirty notebook ramblings, complete with cross-outs and errors.
Poetry, Short Stories and Violent Ideas
poetry
Creating Art, Poetry and Fiction.
the reverberation of a hidden well...freed.
Travel, Running, Fitness, Life, Writing.
Abstract absurdist literature, from The Count Gustafs' emotionally indulgent, besotted with cerebration, and experience seeking brain.
"You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."-Martin Luther King Jr.
"Things that were set in motion are now set in stone"
Poetry
Let it burn.
confessions are self-serving
frightfully wondrous things happen here.
Poetry and Stories by Mark Tulin
Random ruminations
'Light thinks it travels faster than anything but it is wrong. No matter how fast light travels, it finds the darkness has always got there first, and is waiting for it' - Terry Pratchett
Words. Lots of words. All different kinds.
Universal Enthusiast
Writer - Author
While I'm fairly certain these blog posts are my unique works, I'm aboslutely certain the sentiments are not...
Oh, emotional nice.
LikeLike
This is beautiful and scary. It’s as if you’re writing my life
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’m glad you liked it but a bit sad this reality for you.
LikeLiked by 1 person
That’s sad, but do much feeling in it
LikeLike