Hey Guys, Happy “Fun”-Fri-Yay but hey at least it’s Friday right?! So, I’m a bit late today, AGAIN, but when Hunter wakes you up to barking and there’s a raccoon on yo…
Day: November 11, 2022
December 2017 – Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
3 posts published by Madamchryzl during December 2017
Source: December 2017 – Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
TBI Goodbye – Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
Good bye to the inflictions that abused me. Good bye to the person I used to be. Good bye to the guilt. For the I have a new life that I rebuilt. Good bye to the insults and insecuritie…
Source: TBI Goodbye – Rhymes, Writings, and Confessions to Small Crimes
Heroic Fantasies « Benjamin Grossman
I should’ve tumbled by now Dislocated my spine on the way down Spun into the cycle Gotten caught on the tracks Been burned by the fevered breath of a dragon Taken a bullet to the heart A swor…
Oh Jack « Benjamin Grossman
Whatever did you do To make Jill push you Down that hill? Don’t say nothing Only the truth Will keep your neck unbroken On your next trip Down that hill
Source: Oh Jack « Benjamin Grossman
Where Is It? « Benjamin Grossman
Is it in the smoke Before our vision When we blow In the words On the page Between the truth and the myth In the water-worn bottle that Washes up on the shore Or just simply In your eyes?
Source: Where Is It? « Benjamin Grossman
The Definition Of Life « Benjamin Grossman
A long preparation for something that always happens: i.e., death.
Blockage « Benjamin Grossman
Two years Of stabbing myself With a pen Is what it took To bleed ink Onto the page Instead of blood
Source: Blockage « Benjamin Grossman
quill ~ | tornadoday
within this morning after dream of sparrows chirping sweet the lessons of ten thousand lords are dust beneath their feet as poems penned a universe – to whisper rarely heard winds have blown …
Source: quill ~ | tornadoday
raindance ~ | tornadoday
A solitude emptied of all that was wanting ~ left us to warm as graces to sun. A place of forgiving the ways we had wandered ~ when truth come to find us the hurting undone. Would time e’er erase o…
Source: raindance ~ | tornadoday
The Reluctant Poet 