Authorz: Paula Swanson

It was a ribbon of crimson tied within her curls That made her stand out to him from all the other girls When she walked…

What is it that you seek when you close your eyes to dream? Are you aware that you are searching? Or do you deny that…

Blows the winds of time through this hollow husk Rustling among emotions that have turned to dust Gusting through memories of eroded dreams Tiny seeds…

The troubled angel looked around his charge he could not find He was right there a moment ago and had been told to stay in…

Of Calydorn he speaks each night while drinking bitter ale. Of battles won and battles lost out on the planes of Veil. His own armorment…

What passion drives the poet to lay down prose and verse To ponder all the where’s and why’s of this our own minds universe What…

Comes a calling to my ears Through open window, on the wind Train whistle’s wailing song beseeches Your pull of longing I don’t want to…

Appears a ghostly vision, fog in from the sea. Sentient in movement, shrouds all in it’s mystique. Along with a cyclop eye, lighthouse lends a…

This pale imitation of a poet Endeavering to relate emotions Unknowingly bears a soul that is lost To those that have to bear their own…

As the rose opens and unfurls it petals soft It’s perfume drifts out calling the bees to her neck So that they might gently sip

I am energy I feel it hum through my veins I pass it along Everything I touch I leave a bit of me behind

Cascading blooms on a twisted vine wrapped round an old lamp pole. Reaching up towards the night to bare their petaled souls. The lamp globe…

I will soon forget the laughter that I could give when life felt so right When the last curtain does fall there will not be…

A house sits across on another hill from us and flies the Jolly Roger I’ve been tempted to raise the Union Jack and break out…

For my only love If I could write you a song it would be like rain It would fall gently upon your sweet heart and…

I must moniter my words or they betray my true reaction. Of your crocodile tear conversations. Where your emotions, so vagarious, toss us along the…

I place my palm flat upon the cold pane With each driving wind I can feel the rain I watch slightly hypnotized as each drop…

Believe not my words. Who am I but a poet dispensing fleeting thoughts. Happy in their nature, sarcastic in their ideal Broken by the pain,…

When searching among the branches of your family tree Be prepared for the scrapes and thorns you’ll get along the way Your sure to find…

Your cup is filled with anger. Always a bitter brew to be swallowed Revenge will be your soup de jour. It is a soup that…