Winds of Change

There are smallish moments,
When our lives seem to exhale…

Nameless

What if no one would ever know,
What evil would eager tempt,
What good would go undone…

The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

If I Sleep

Or lilting words from thoughts unkept,
That speak my name with loving breath…

An Unholy Rite, a poem written by Brad Osborne at Spillwords.com

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If I were To Lose

If I were to lose my eyes,
And darkness take my light…

Change

I thought I had a handle on things,
But what little did I really know…

A Hidden Family

We thought our childhood unique,
A dysfunction so truly rare,
Taught to listen not to speak,
The secrets we cannot share.

The Mist

Is it cloud that falls so gently
When mountain top is kissed
Or does it rise from the valley
This cold and haunting mist

Unknown Love

I dream of you both night and day,
I long to see your face;
For where your features ought to be –
A question mark’s in its place.

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

A Struggling Author

My Journey with You

The Poetorium at Starlite

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Sabrina Escorcio

Poetry and Prose

BLOSSOM READS

Cherish every moment

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Harley Reborn

♠️Rip It Up & Start Again♥️

UnderthePhilosotree

Connecting philosophy to the world around us

PoeticBelle by Srishti Mundhra

Dichotomy | Contrast | Life

D.C. Gilbert

Award-winning Author

Finding Life

Scribbled pieces of life