Hello Little bluebird, Where do you go from here? Your songs are too harsh for my ears To bear. ~ inspired by Bukowski's bluebird 😁

On days like these, When almost every good Thing has gone into hiding, I sit by the window at night, And look up at the sky. There is nothing to see. Only a belief. Or what I Understand to be faith. That despite the emptiness, The moon is fighting its way To find and lead me again. Caption: Canc...Read more

If I do not see you, tell my loved ones; I loved them as I loved life. Remember me as a poet Who saw words as a remedy Of healing a heart. Read my poems, remember My voice. I have wanted Nothing but peace For you and me. Do not be angry because I'm gone. Death, for me, will be beautiful when you A...Read more

Bring me all your dreams, Those that are new And those that Are forgotten That I may awake you From your craziness.

I last saw you in November. I could Swear it was the last Time. Now I See I was wrong. There is No such thing as 'last time' When love dominates Your heart. Love stays Even to the most stubborn Wounds. It refuses to leave, Instead it sits closer. You are missed.

I would love to live like A bird, Fly and sing with freedom And find love on the mountains

Don't worry my friend Not everything has to Make sense. Who knows, We are probably in a Long-lived dream where We are not meant to Walk with feet, but with Golden wheels. Who's to say you will Be happy when you find What you bleed for? Who's to say Life cannot be gentle And sweeter? Tell me my f...Read more

A dry leaf falls From a tree like My brown dreams

When the heart wills, Bones surrender Their might And lower themselves To its rhythm.

News headline reads "Severe thunderstorms to Be expected". Cry motals, There is not a thing Called 'good weather'. There never has Been peace on earth!

so long as birds near me do not cease to sing, I will be like a tree, bare and naked, waiting for spring to arrive and wash away my shame.

I remember your eyes I burned I froze in them broken is the world for making love misunderstood The rain is falling tonight- I shall sleep with a poem under my pillow and pray I only dream of people I have never known

Save me again my savior Savior, my flesh and soul are weak Weak like prey in the wild Wild are my thoughts and desires Desires with death on their heads. ~ couldn't reach 12 lines🙆

Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, Your terror strikes me to my knees. Somewhere on this Earth floor, I have become an ant, running and ducking as Swiftly as I can for refuge. You are cruel, oh Tomorrow! Your companion, Time, rides on a horse towards you in excitement, shouting for a bloodbath....Read more

the moon and I met at midnight we walked on Wanda street like worn-out wolves I asked her to take away my tears she silently tapped my shoulder and sighed perhaps my plea was plentiful, even for her to be overcome by pity. ~ i had to fight for this prompt lol😭

hello to Yellow, my heart heals at sunrise.