Poems from a65roses
Although our time together short,Feelings sprout like delicate little dreams shooting for the sky. The longer nourished and fed and loved,...
He said, “Let me be the canvas for your art.”
And so I said “okay.”
I created eyes from smudges,
as deep and blue as the depths of the...
You know that feeling,
the one that overwhelms,
engulfs, like waves crashing
upon the weak sand; At the
mercy of the powerful, nebulous...
Anger, is the deadliest of the seven sins.
It burbles, twists and writhes like koi in a shallow pond.
It is, by far, the deadliest sin...
These lazy days drift by,
lounging around on the idea
that they will never end.
One day slips to the next,
forever and onward;
never...