Poetry
A Trip Down Nostalgia
Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or
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Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or
He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane
Writing is more than just penning down your thoughts on to a piece of paper. It is the snippets of one’s mind that’s bound to
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where
Dear girl who had a shoddy past, I am hoping that we will never meet again and therefore writing this letter to talk to you,
Fog horns sound though air soaked in blackness. All evening long listening to hiss of trucks, cars. Shadows brush across walls as trees
The sole meaning of life is to serve humanity. ― Leo Tolstoy We live here. In this city. A Godforsaken one. We live
In the cooling air of the lingering dusk, the flames from the fire-pit clawed higher The steps to the wood-rack, heavy and slow, retrieving
Sure, I screwed up somewhere along the line. But at least I held onto this guitar, even if I can’t afford new strings. And I
Dear Brother, Some may say it is unwise of me to write a letter to you when you are somewhere this letter cannot reach, but
My heart is forever young A divine hymn to be sung I love everyone and always forgive As twice as I take, I always give
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