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When the fiery disk rises I take flight, destination waiting Though misty a morn, a plan the good Lord devises When the fiery disk rises Cold gusts I beat as hope arises Each flap, each glide confidence reinstating


Time will tell the waiting crowd the legacy you wanted when you missed as you were missed every second seeing you labor with the weight of love. minutes spent sketching will seem well spent as you tell of how you... Continue Reading →

"It takes precious to know precious",you said

via Daily Prompt: Scent It was a marriage of two scents floral and musk a merging of two minds dwelling in the same house sharing the same rooms seeking to blur the fine line between love and hate but some... Continue Reading →

Lets talk of forgiveness When the rains of betrayal are falling And lightning is gracing The nimbus clouded seas With love leading every step And chairs screeching their way From under the table Heaving hate off our hearts Lets talk... Continue Reading →

Born to flow.

“You are my river born to flow,” mama whispered before the show then the lights found me though my lines were determined to flee into the ocean of heads with thin hope threads being woven into my shrunk heart I... Continue Reading →

The Writer Inside

The writer inside

Nesbit and Gibley

Sparks fly between the girl and the guy
When they ignite a story for the passerby,
Butcher by day, taxidermist by night,
The writers inside them both alight.

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Recluse #1

Continuance is a delightful term Nature knows it so Two introverts sat side by side Taking comfort in the silence As the most philosophical of conversations ensued Continuance one muttered in a sigh Is a delightful term the other said... Continue Reading →

The Now

What do you have in your hands?he asked I have nothing,i said what do you have to your name?he asked I have nothing,i said what do you hold in your hands?he asked again I told you i have nothing,i semi-screamed... Continue Reading →

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