Poetry
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Nothing Is Certain
Nothing is certain. I fight that feeling, everyday. The knowing that I don’t know the answers. And probably never will. So, I suppose, then that some things are certain after all. Continue reading
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Under My Skin
Speak to me of your sorrow and I will wrap you in a tender tale of my own. How beautiful it will be to feel your soul under my skin. How beautiful it will be to pick up the broken… Continue reading
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Into The Web
When the morning comes she will spin into the web of it all, and she will make the great adventure across the weave of the day. Continue reading
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Milk and Honey Wonderland
To be human is to play the game of life like flashing storms; like unbridled children: electric, unpredictable, messy. Until finally, we hear the whisper of a milk and honey wonderland called home. Continue reading
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You Matter To Me
Reaching out my hand to you forgetting what you’ve done, there’s never any reason, dear for you to turn and run. Some days you may feel black and blue, some loves will break your heart, but every day will… Continue reading
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Soar
Take these wings and soar, little friend. Over the rainbow bridge, and into the diamond sky of our forever. Continue reading
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Without Her
And as the stars swing wide in the dark of your night, she will be the song that sings your heart to sleep. And she will carry you. Over the mountains of never meant to be, and into the ocean… Continue reading
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That’s Life
We are born. And then we die. That’s it. That’s how it works. And so in between we either dance or we sit. That’s life. That’s it. That’s how it works. That’s how it works. Continue reading
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Us
The current fills me with a sweet, soft love to come. And he will cradle my heart as I hand it to him. And he will flow with the waves as I search for the shore. And I will be… Continue reading
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Let Them Laugh
‘Let them laugh!’ they giggled, as they hitched their skirts up and danced with the wind. Continue reading