The breeze sways to the rain
But my ankles still tattooed a lock to your chain
And I talk to myself
Cause wont nobody else listen
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The breeze sways to the rain
But my ankles still tattooed a lock to your chain
And I talk to myself
Cause wont nobody else listen
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
Letting Life Lead
Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
Working Puzzles & Beating the Odds
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
Poems and such about various things
Engaging the concept of the human soul through art, culture, and practical advice
Poet Artist
Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
Home of all types of feline alchemy
Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
“It was obvious that he was a man who marched through life to the rhythms of some drum I would never hear.” Hunter S. Thompson
A writer/photographer making sense and nonsense in words and visuals.
Letting Life Lead
Just a Girl Holding Her Father's Hand and Sharing His Heart
Working Puzzles & Beating the Odds
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
An Argument for Humanity
Poems and such about various things
Engaging the concept of the human soul through art, culture, and practical advice
Poet Artist
Scars are like memories..
... there's still life ahead
Home of all types of feline alchemy
Inspire to live an ideal life
"The home to everyone is to him his castle and fortress, as well for his defence against injury and violence, as for his repose." ~Edward Coke
This is heartbreaking.
AWE… I KNOW ):
You wrote it very well, though. (-:
THANKS DEAR, WRITING IS MY ONLY OUTLET AT LEAST MY WORDPRESS FAMILY WILL LISTEN (:
I wish I could write poetry, but alas it is not my strength.
SURE IT IS! WE ALL HAVE A POET IN US! WHAT IS YOUR STRENGTH?
Writing prose. I’m a short story/novel sort of girl.
KEVIN?
haha Oh no! Kevin is a fictional character. He’s just in the short story Two Connections. Totally fictional.
YES I GET THAT,,,LOL, I’M READING IT NOW.
Oh! Sorry. I thought you were asking if I was Kevin. ha Okay, I’ve been writing too much today.
YOURE A WRITER…OK, THATS YOUR STRENGTH.
(-: I adore writing. Creating worlds from my imagination is so much fun!
I am so touched by this simple poem…its very evocative!
YES, IT DEFINITELY PULLS YOU IN, KINDA SAD BUT THATS MY MOOD TONIGHT. THANKS FOR VISITING (:
The beautiful of sadness … is you !!! ; )
AWWEEE THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!