Thinking of the dream, where we lay together I felt my beating heart and put pen to paper. Wishing to pour out an ounce of what I felt I lay awake on the wet grass as the stars stared into my pettiness O my screeching heart, looking for solace in the sky’s vastness Found… Continue reading The last dream
There are not many things in life as intense as love, and nothing in life that is as excruciating an escape as poetry.
of wildflowers and memories…
“For all my life, for sixty years, I had just assumed that I had nothing of my father in me.” Stephen Harrigan uncovers the life of a father he never knew: a World War II pilot who died in a plane crash in 1948. via Off Course — Discover Advertisements
It bothers me sometimes when I have nothing to do and my mind wanders off to seemingly harmless things but some of them are conspiring little bastards that take root in me… one such thought is keeping me awake today… the day was a pretty mundane one and I hoped to call it an early… Continue reading Broken Things…
I found my kind of wild in you… To run into winds, to cry, to scream… To laugh and to dream… Advertisements