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 →
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 →
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 →
I want to do more than write JUST a poem for my father. For as wonderful, large and grand as poems are, They don't even begin to hold a flame to this man. Although I have heard some, that make... Continue Reading →
Snapshot of life in the window A boy dancing in front of his TV Without a care in the world Happy and oblivious On the road passing by his house Cars speed by rushing to their destinations Convinced they are... Continue Reading →
Gypsy Aurora Musings 