Cold glass eyes to sleep glazed eyes,
I meet my own gaze.
Is that sympathy I see,
or just acknowledgement?
my garden has walls of vines
with thorns, but only on the outside
my garden has deep, dark pools
that hold the starlight in their depths
my garden has cold stone benches
that warm to my touch like skin.
I thought I love youÂ
meant forever…not until.
The Best Camera is the One That's With You
Stories of tedium, reality and falsity
Follow my journey to writing, Blogging and publishing my musings..
I write articles , Poem , Shayari , motivational thoughts ....People with heart & soul only follow me ...Love Anjali
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The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say...
Witty Written Works
Original pieces of literature written by an 18 year old male living in Portland, Oregon.
author, poet, & teacher
music blog. yeah, cause we needed an other one !
THE OFFICIAL SITE
A dream inked in silence
what if words could be symphonies, and people the orchestra?
Stimulating more than just your mind
It might not be til later looking back ...
Have a drink and confess a little...
Assaults on the Casually Mundane by K. Jean King
Christian inspirational photography and poetry
where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry
journey since 1989...
Poetry and Poems
writing, poetry, poems, lyrics, remedy of soul,
a lifestyle blog!
My Place to Write about the world
A Personal Struggle with OCD
And Your Little Blog Too.
My words are ornamental.
A collection of short stories and poems written by yours truly
Left the Nest
My goal with this blog is to offend everyone in the world at least once with my words… so no one has a reason to have a heightened sense of themselves. We are all ignorant, we are all found wanting, we are all bad people sometimes.
Short reviews on high quality films. No spoilers.
You need the world, and the world needs good people.
I love you
...might I be found in words I leave behind
Home of the Thursday Throng and a Woman on the Edge of Reality
Turning Tears and Laughter into Words
Life With The Top Down
Crafter of Magikal Words
Yes I cut Samson's hair, he was an asshole.
observations from the perspective of Dawn Rinken
