Humbled, caught in such rapture. Clinging to joy like a root to a tree. No longer myself, yet loved still. Understanding fate’s anatomy. Chaos now silenced, calm like a church. We pray in the days that unfold. Burning them fully like candle wicks of life. Threatened each day by the wind that is blowing. FromContinue reading “Rush —Mark Ryan”
I watched to the east Awaiting a crack In the darkness Yet dawn still lingered Beyond the horizon As if darkness was All that there was And light was nothing more Than something imagined Yet I still remember the time When light chased the shadows Down the alleyways From neath the fire escapes From coldContinue reading “Awaiting a Crack in the Darkness — Michael33”
poème X in the end, we all spend, too much time on a wasteland. in the end, we all pretend, we reached all the goals we set beforehand. in the end, we all defend, ourselves for nonsense. Sâye, La 🌜🐦 © Sâye La Moonbird. All Rights Reserved.
trinkets for mermaids seashells gathered by children so will my bones be pure haiku