Prose should flow
That’s what the good books show
But not everybody knows
Sometimes the process really blows
Category: Poetry
Warped
Hearts are made up of light
A little escapes each time you fight
In and out of rabbit holes
Never knowing why the drama unfolds Continue reading
The Wind and The Tree
Fear
Fear has latched onto my soul, with each passing day you strengthen your hold
Take my silver, take my gold, with you I never want to grow old Continue reading
Mean Wednesdays
There’s something about pink
It makes me want to wink
Have just one more drink
Retreat from the usual ‘stop and think’
First World Problems
Life is never breezy
Whether you stress or whether you take it easy
Right in the midst of it you’ll feel lost Continue reading
The Prisoner
He sat in his cell, all alone
Hope dried up to the very bone Continue reading
Changes
Dichotomy
Some hearts are blue, some hearts are green
Some hearts are filthy, some hearts are clean
Some beat slowly, some beat fast
And some are simply not meant to last
Appreciate…or Else!
This is the first limerick I have ever written, so go easy on it’s critique! Here goes:
There was a guy named Congo
Who loved to play the Bongo
But when he played
Nobody swayed
So he ended up becoming a Swango