Finding alliteration to literally make poetry penetrate.
My hunger encroaches,
creeping on the life I never had,
wish was mine.
Wandering, watching each footstep, leaving footprints up here. Wondering Why each of life’s photo images is not clear. If my
Some times we can turn our poetry into beautiful music. That’s the way you make me feel.
I am lost, you are the map. I am fog, you are the light that is cast.
We often get caught up in wanting to be…
It is kind of a dream when you find a script that matches a reality you have lived.
Forever is a long time, but so is right now.
We’ve bloodied all our blades
and eaten all their hearts.
The worsting about waking up from a good dream is how real it feels and how badly you want it.