Some poems are meant to be, Ephemeral. Short-lived. Like, Pain. Laughter. Love. And life... Just, One thought now buried in the past, Either making you laugh, Or cry...
Long Poems Can Tire
An Angel’s Judgment
Ever thought about that voice in your mind, Yapping all day. Knowing everything you will do in your life, Without allowing you to have a say, In the matter... It shatters your spirit, If you let it. It gathers your vision, Clearly, If you've meant it. It lathers your tears into blessings, If you've met... Continue Reading →
