Remember ... ‘SilentLife’
She drowned in seas of
sadness, sin, suicides &
years of unanswered prayers ...
Tidal waves of tears
into silence ...
...“with” sans the “h”
The weight of
Everything is Art.
My Life with Art.
and it sounded pretty
with writing, i can build worlds where everything is my own. i can paint the skies any color i want.
Sandfleas and I both live by the sea
Enchanting seashore of my heart
Kindred souls drawn to the ocean.
P.s. This Group Never Got Kick-Started
Frenchie is my cat. Rev(erend) was a title given to me by a group that helped stop suicide.
Haunted at the Equinox
Some days I feel I'm the glow, passing in front of the sun.
Others, I'm the ghost, on the run.
I am a finder. I'm looking to find talent, like-minds, and critical feedback so I can grow.
Thorns on roses,
White of purity,
Classic and Nature,
Full of imagination,
Full of choice,
Words in mind.
At the moment
It means nothing
But as time goes on
I hope to make it something
The coffee's always empty
and the ashtray's always full...