Love. You elusive, impossible, mysterious little shit. When you think you’ve got it all figured out, love calls it quits. Love. The purest form is nearly impossible to obtain. It fills the soul’s reservoir with hope, then uncorks the drain. Love. The creator of babbling boosie-boo-boo baby talk. It forges a language only its inventors [...]
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Love: A Language Unto Its Own
Posted: February 28, 2012 in Love: A Language Unto Its OwnTags: amor, love
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As Is What Was
Posted: February 21, 2012 in As Is What Was, Obscure Poetry, Poetic NotesTags: glass of time, grains of sand, hourglass, short recess, strife, tost
As the grains of sand softly unwind inside the sparkling glass of time, As rivers of moments past swirl down the hourglass, As the thoughts of what once was meet with what now is, I strain my mind to comprehend what the remaining sands will to give. ; As chances taken reveal chances lost battling [...]
