And tails spin a web
That can never be untangled
An unspoken lie
HE SEEN ME BROKEN
HE SEE’S ME AS BEAUTIFUL
THE FLOWER IS MY CENTER AND THE PERSON ON THE ROC
WELL, THATS ME (:
SOME TIMES PROTECTING ME GETS A LITTLE CHALLENGING
WITH SO MANY PEOPLE PUSHING TO GET THEIR NEEDS MET
EVEN AT YOUR EXPENSE.
I ENCOURAGE YOU TO PROTECT YOUR CENTER (HEART) THERE
WILL BE TIMES YOU FALL SHORT BUT LEARN FROM THOSE VERY
SMILE AND KEEP IT MOVING AND REMEMBER…
NEVER GIVE UP ON LOVE EVEN WHEN IT HAS DEALT YOU A BAD HAND!
YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR WHAT YOU BELIEVE EVEN IF YOU BELIEVE IT.
by Kelly Lewis
Whims of a supernova!
Sublimely magical words
I'm just stopping by for a moment, so let's spend some time together.
Because Words Matter
In a Manner of Poetry
thoughts of a full-time crybaby
To me writing is currently a release. I haven't quite decided to what degree it is I'm searching within my words, yet, I feel something matters somewhere, right?
Reclaiming my inner badass at 50
Vox clamantis in deserto
Rambling ruminations from an addled mind.
Stories about passengers travelling aboard the Number 26 bus from somewhere to somewhere
Tales from the mouth of a wolf
NO RULES FOR THIS GAME
Daphne Shadows: Storyteller / Authentic Mess
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
The poetry of ineptitude.
A Discarded Plant