"You have a sad look" I told my mirror I don't have the look I don't have a look I do not have any However I rest my head on my pillow And sadness crushes me. It's as cold as it is lonely I would

Tell me something Can't you feel her? I mean her being You don't feel her strength, Her power? The energy, leaving her body When she passes by you? Because I do... I feel it from where I am I can feel

Fleur of liz, a stake in my memory Like an ancient blunt sword Dad came up with Many vulgar words While he held his blue thermos In one hand And a beer in the other I'm sinking more and more I am an aquatic

If it's not broken I don't want it. If it's lived I don't want it. I do not want it, Suffered and in pain reaches my feet. Crawling. Write words on the wall, silenced by my mouth. I created an animal that

I am, To whom they did not sing happy birthday. The one who was born without anyone, in the waiting room. Eternally in love with the impossible. Dry as an autumn leaf, and bitter like a cheap wine. Step

I wish I could I wish I could go back When adults were adults And the children were children My only worry was that they wouldn't catch me, playing hide and seek. My body was not a problem When love was

blanket with twinkling stars I sleep under it every night moon smiling at me and in your arms I sleep to heaven

In realms of fleeting time, where moments swiftly glide, There lies the wistful truth, where youth and beauty reside. A whisper from the stars, a tale oft told and sung, "Beauty fades with age, like

Здравейте, хайвъри! Ето нещо от мен за лека нощ и сладки сънища! В тези студени дни, само споменът за отминалито лято ме стопля .... Морето Как светло и топло е, неземно красиво, пенливо, разхвърляно,

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All my tastes and tastes are mixed in you I have learned the inevitable and I have walked the eternal path and realized that you are with my soul. Everything is fascinating and in the water and sky of

The one I never got. Not that they got away. Imprinted, I haven’t forgot. I was to sit close, but it wasn’t that way.
 Just a star in my gazing fantasy. A flick of time flung into faded. I must shield

Take your firm place over me as an object of adulation. A carved marker embedded in the tear saturated verdure. What was once a sunny season of spectated distant speculation. The soul now is pecked as

My Poetry Now, being scared, I'm starting to break the layers. Within each layer, There are reports of your presence. Just do not look like you , One of you, flying sensation, Whenever you have voiced

I got one of those old road heads, lost in thought as the highway bumps under my wheels. Just rollin on trip to a place I’ll return from. Instruments and lyrics have disappeared as I’m filled with feels.

It floods us. We are harmed in multitudes of multimaskers mutilating our March. The spring of flowers is trampled upon but the sudden winter thought to be so far away. Burning with ice, it’s stops life.

“If you spend all your time worrying about how to love, you will miss the chance to learn. Love is craft, a gift, and an art.” -M

My Poetry Image Source - Pixabay If the words were physical So it would not be difficult to say That trusted dictionary The most damaged word is Although, most use of trust Words to be done Change in both

Moon greyed upon the huntress amongst curtain mist. Skin draped skin that dead hairs the hollow of winter searching for flesh to frost. Lost twigs blacken hare and flicker scare to the void shadows inside

“By logic, a disagreement is the strongest evidence of over arching truth.” -M