Given what we could Be doing with our brief lives How was this Thursday?
By D. J. Reddall2 years ago in Poets
Precipitation— Humble clouds spread tears of joy Their love, absolute Rain streaks down windows... Dosed trees rejoicing beyond...
By Matthew J. Fromm2 years ago in Poets
What if heaven and Hell are run by the human Resources people?
Do not seek revenge The tears of your enemies Will not dry your own
No, not in your head it's there in your hand, zombie your glass and metal drugs In your hand, zombie no bombs, no guns, eating not
Do not believe them Life is actually long The best parts are brief
No politician Is anything more than a Fallible human
Hello old friend We meet again It’s been a long while You used to wander after me Up and down the aisle Through fields of green grass
By Atomic Historian2 years ago in Poets
“I can’t love him” She said as the fairy danced around her head “Why not?” The fairy asked “Because the mold is cast. He is promised to another.”
You will have choices They will not be infinite Recognize the last
We spend the present Living uncomfortably With what the past costs
I’m on a journey A journey of yearning Is this something I’ve been earning So many days have past Full of reflection Wondering what direction I’m going
