Authorz: carol

possesssed by a fiendish idea by someone here i am 2 00 a.m. where is the sleep i was having oh yes, of course stupid…

i did not fall when your ideas, pushed your visions tried hard to become mine i stood tall as you pounded me with twisted words…

i have loved you through ages, we once were and for years to come slip beneath my wings i will hold you i will keep…

i knew her, when i was small i knew her, grown up had not seen her in three years i almost didnt recognize her then…

for you rivers must flow, emitting a light so brillantly bright it touches your lovely soul orange blossoms must burst in a splendorous flash painting…

some people are like the timid deer in the forest running at the slightest sound some like the wolf predators looking for prey like the…

i”ve cried enough tears to fill a river sadness, most of my life nuff anger and strife so, i walked away and i never looked…

listening, to the winds of wise sages now gone many suns have travelled on rain washing away foot steps of thousands, who passed this way…

skimming across the snow was a rabbit in full flight from a hawk bent on having him for dinner that rabbit ran, , ducked swerved…

we all cry let the tears flow i”ll take each one turn it into a pearl place gently into paper boats and float upon the…

a hint of blue, a tinge of green glorious orange, and mustard yellows a tiny garden planted outside an old home, had seen better years…

we made love one cool misty night it was so right it was so amazing it seemed we floated like a peacocks feather floating in…

lilies in abundance waving waves of white stretched across a field of soldiers, who lost the fight wars that seem endless each wanting what the…

living and breathing between sheets of old paper written with our destiny scarred old rocks holding the paper flat only when winds of angels wings…

puples and blues mixing like a new paint an artists brush taking the colors and thrilling the world with pastel flowers bluish skies running colors…

livin underneath the floor peering thru the boards jim n jack are fighting papa is yelling at them to stop mama is sittin crying papa…

the rattle of chains could be heard far down in the bowels of this old castle, belonging once to a horrible old man grey wrinkled…

people users, such ignorance you seek to gain by use of flattery, many lies false promises, and money do you think that person is so…

a flower struggling for life forgotten, in a corner of a well kept garden overlooked, carelessness people are flowers in a corner, alone many overlooked…

i broke my nose not a pretty sight swelled up like a melon thought i, ewwww stayed inside till i was crazier than usual i…