Far too many nights witnessed her… No longer does she dwell in the sp… She is just another house with an… Trying not to arouse you for fear… Keeping peace sacrifices private p…

Somewhere in his soul, there is a… Darkness; not necessarily evil but… And wants that may never again sur… Inhibitions are enveloped and hidd… Place, and there, she exists, her…

One of the most curious and enjoyable aspects of poetry is that a poem often summarizes a thought, an experience, or an emotion in a manner that cannot be equaled by prose. Perhaps that...

Where flowers bloom all year long, And the wind sounds like a beautif… Where bluebirds sing, And a tingling stream flows, A country of dreams where nobody k…

There are times her memories fade… She almost forgets the pain. Of watching you fight with strengt… She feels her life’s in Vain. If only she could explain the Lov…

One day while out in his wheelchai… He heard a person say something th… The comment that was said was, oh… He has a bad life because he can’t… Now that’s not entirely true, he’s…

Thoughts, Swirling like mist, Obscuring Reality. Marginal distinctions

As she looks to the sky She sees two stars This is the first time she’s seen Them In a long time

She deeply gazes into his eyes, The eyes of a dreamer, Windows where true emotions shine… And are reflected, A golden flame from which light ra…

She wants you to be as nice as her… She wants you to be as big as her, She wants you to be just like her, But now she knows you’re not, not… There’s only one of her,

Wandering aimlessly thru this maze… Intimately afraid of the darkness,… Reminiscent of the things, yet to… Standing in the sun, as the warmth… Crying with the thunder, as flashe…

She is surrounded by people but sh… No one understands her or what goe… She has many friends and much fami… But the real her she can not let t… What if they were to laugh and tur…

The scent of a blossom So fragrant and frail Beauty of such quality As like told in a fairy tale. A symbol of life

She loves to look at old things And remember times gone by; A rhinestone pin, a filled dance c… Or Grandpa’s bow tie. Old photographs, a handkerchief,

You are the life blood of her livi… The breath she breathes each day. The sunshine of her sorrows. The rainbow of her cloudy days. Her darling there is none like you…