When coming home to familiar places they aren't familiar faces and even the buildings have now changed but the streets are the same ones you knew so some how, some HOW it still seems familiar Even though nothing in your... Continue Reading →
Bittersweet pain bleeds from my fingertips thru the pen onto the page Creativity has been silenced Month of the poem doesn't inspire It only pains to read the words of others Inspiring a longing in my heart for the place... Continue Reading →
Every step I take leads me to you Closer and closer although often with wreckless abandon Falling head over feet, no rhyme or reason But merely moving closer Tripping stumbling falling Getting back up, more sure of myself each time... Continue Reading →
I do not want to begin where you left off A tiny pink rose A small splash of pink paint Colour on your nails to hide behind Not showing your burdens to the world Pain searing those close to you... Continue Reading →
Splay her heart out on the exam table and dissect her 50% of her mother, 50% of her father Should we write her off now Or is there still hope? Can she overcome what she was given Or do we... Continue Reading →
And we get to a point where we reflect on what's really important in our lives What we want from life, what we are willing to accept, and aren't, and where we want to go, and what we're willing to... Continue Reading →
My pen etches deep in the page Thoughts flow out and I can't stop them Deep from my soul they spill And that intensity conveys through many pages Keystrokes cannot get the same effect Nor can they convey my mood... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 