

Do I need an audience...Do I need an audience for my life? Was Shakespeare right? Do I merge from act to act, in a predictable fashion as I go? Have I no chose over wish or woe?Do I need an audience...
I fear for a laugh, or the shedding of a tear. I fear, I wait for the closing of a curtain, the final bow, that I spend every moment in suspense of the crowd.
Have I lived my life right, or like the morning bird has it taken flight?


your beauty overwhelms me...Your beauty overwhelms me.your beauty overwhelms me...
The flowing contrast of liquid, against the definite of bark. Harsh grass scratching my legs. Dead leaves. All shades of brown.
Life emerging from stream like a rising dream. All sorts of life, toying in the wind.
Tree laden with fruit, bearing all the radiance of motherhood. Pride, gushing.
Tall father, straight backed, sheltering mother, and life's stream runs through them, moving like cosmic time.


july.and when I came home, it was July. The rain began, and did not cease till October.july.
Every morning I would wake to an overcast sky, and shoes, still wet from the previous day.
I'd think of morning coffee,
morning anger, and morning air inhaled sharply,
yet exhaled with a slow sort of consideration.
I was sort of stuck,
with memories playing like a repeat screening in my mind.
Not really there, yet not really sure where I was.
With time I moved on, life became solid again,
as it always does.
Ye
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Ian Cervantes Photography
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we don't want to be left
alone to dismantle
this ruined machine by ourselves
I usually hate writing my poetry on computers, because I kinda feel like it kills its soul and gives it a set shape, which I'm not really into.
Your poetry is beaut (: (Which is saying a lot)
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i love rainbows, so i MUST BE gay
i'm a hippie, so i MUST BE a stoner
i dont care what you think, so i MUST BE an individual
see my rainbow? [link]
take care.
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