We can all win, means we can all prosper. Love, peace, and empathy seems more proper. Forgiveness and values, seems more powerful. I see the beauty in all, and I see the power in that. Jealousy and envy is nothing else but a trap. We can all win, means we can all be happy. We…
Wise english teacher; Naive student. Enlightenment and teachings found within.
Your soul is beautiful, and is intelligent indeed. Reading your essay was neat. Thank you for the soft linen and sheets. I now sleep, at ease, with remnants of you with me. Your eyes are always beautiful; you stand nicely how tulips do. Your smile is perfect, and your love is earnest. You told me…
The numbing winter, is something sinister. The lack of sunlight, to the slowness of pace... Heavy souls, and apparent sadness in one’s face. Stress is more potent, and depression is more prevalent. Poetry is more elegant, and energy is less vibrant. Something is in the air, and it reminds me of death. No, it reminds…
I am freshly moved into my apartment. Few belongings. Plenty of food. Plenty of books. New start, humble beginnings. As I sit here with my cup of green tea, music playing and warmth inside of my new home. I feel God's grace. I didn't know I'd be here a few months ago. My mind was…
Will you still love me, if I had tattoos? Would you still love me, if all I drank was booze? Would you still love me, if I had no clue - Would you still love me - if I didn't love you... Although you love me now and I love you... I worry about other…
I value your love in this storm. I was counted out, and left forlorn... But you took me in, and gave me some strength! I felt angst, and my emotions were blank... I felt like losing heart, and damaging my soul. The world felt cold, and too heavy to bear. God was near, but I…
My love is boxed and gifted, and although I am long winded - I see the massive potential. I meant it with full clarity, when I said that I love you. I know that you meant it too. So it seems apparent, and wise that I have to hold on to you. Not in some…
I wear my heart openly. I write it down potently. Drunk off of pain and misery, yet, hanging on to hope and belief. What good is it, when you are the only one that knows it. I might as well, seal my mouth, and leave my heart unspoken. Closed minds do not see, and I…
My heart reached its limit, because it felt all of its feelings. It started to become a cycle, with pain being it's end, with pain beings it's bridal. With love being it's guidance, and heaven being it's idol... The death of my heart, Kafkaesqua, in its trial. My story became perpetual, old love became recycled...…
