Tag: Thoughts

CHAOS

Can the Birds in poetry chime? can there be breaks in the chaos sometimes?

Loving Lies

Running away from my eyes Turning towards, and loving lies. The vacancy of my fear around my neck Someone cares that I am a wreck. A pothole of misery, to be denied All to comfortable breathing a sigh. From above my hole I see a light Looking down I see something bright.

Begin To Think

Words, muttering towards a shamble, Beaten down, surrounded by bramble, Treading through the weeds and muck, Thorns scratching, gouging, and still no luck, Every so often a clearing begins to speak, I tread lightly, see the sun, and begin to think.