What happens when I live true?
Will I survive longer than my heart flew?
Will my honest desire of life's pure fire drive me completely and totally inside out?
What happens when I fall down?
When I fall so hard I cannot get up.
I Don't know.
I never have.
however
Still.
My Life needs to be WRITTEN
complacency SMITTEN
and time FOUND
I don't write when I don't feel like writing
I don't take flight until I stop fighting
I can't write until I stop fighting
for the paper-
the paper needs smiting from my effervescent pen.
Sunday, October 20, 2013
Our desert (haiku)
I look through photos Our life through the four seasons Back through the old ones. Blossoming in spring With all the diverse flowers ...
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There is ink in my pen And I'm pretty sure If I put it to the page It would come out, Creating some sort of mark On the blank pages. Of ...
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When I said I'm scared that was an understatement. When I'm too blind to see things when they happen And too used to second chance...
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Life is hard, they say; But I love a challenge. Life tries to hold me at bay, And I laugh. Try, just try to hold me Back for a s...

