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
Poetess | Empress | Soulful Idealist
A daily showcase of poetry & poetry-related news found on the Internet. "I want the flame throwers: the peonies,/ the sunflowers. " -Camille T. Dungy, "Daisy Cutter." Photograph by Jen Aloi
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'sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will always teach you' -shihan the poet
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Poetess | Empress | Soulful Idealist
A daily showcase of poetry & poetry-related news found on the Internet. "I want the flame throwers: the peonies,/ the sunflowers. " -Camille T. Dungy, "Daisy Cutter." Photograph by Jen Aloi
ACTION is the only way to live!
'sticks and stones may break your bones, but words will always teach you' -shihan the poet
A Blog By Daddy's Thinking Girl
We the People Shall Rise
Climbing, rock climbing, bouldering, inspire, soul
My ramblings poems and musings enjoy or not no pressure
Our photos speak. So what do you say in return? -- Contact info jamyshiaj@gmail.com
Musings from the Dark of the Moon
Thoughts on an ever-evolving life
A prose and poetry lifestyle blog 🎨
Hiking in the Hudson Valley
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.
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!!!