The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

Upon the Soul

I know the chill,
Skin and cold steel,
Yet colder still,
The pain I now feel…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

In Little Things

The watermark on the desk,
A simple forever reminder,
When you were sitting there,
Life seemed a little kinder…

Upon the Soul

I know the chill,
Skin and cold steel,
Yet colder still,
The pain I now feel…

Tomorrow Comes

Swooping from heaven to pluck us,
From the hell they dropped us in…

The Whispered

Memories hang heavy,
Like Spanish moss draped,
Over the gnarled boughs…

In Little Things

The watermark on the desk,
A simple forever reminder,
When you were sitting there,
Life seemed a little kinder…

Ancient Scars

Grey words tied like a long-jaded rosary,
Worn-out in the constant touching,
A vanquished mind is forever lost…

Flannel with Faith

Embracing imperfection with faith, flannel, & fresh air

JaZzArt en València

Faith saved us from the savages that we were, losing faith makes us savages again

Suicide Squeeze

Often Misunderstood

The Poetorium at Starlite

An Open Mic & Poetry Show

Rtistic

I speak my heart out.

Rum and Robots

We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive

I didn't have my glasses on....

A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.

Pete Springer

Passionate Teacher and Future Children's Author

saania2806.wordpress.com/

Philosophy is all about being curious, asking basic questions. And it can be fun!

Poetry collection

Work by Rain Alchemist

Paul's Poetry Playground

It's Time to Play...