I am swept up,
swept away
by your glances,
the chances
you lay at my feet
and the secrets
I know you keep.
They fall through
thick air
and climb
through places
I only see in dreams.
loveletterstoaghost
Writing letters I can never send
I am swept up,
swept away
by your glances,
the chances
you lay at my feet
and the secrets
I know you keep.
They fall through
thick air
and climb
through places
I only see in dreams.
TBI Survivor Story
Writing letters I can never send
He was so ugly that everybody died. The end!
An engineered explosion of erroneous exposition.
~chaos with coffee☕
Poetic fun for the whole asylum!
Darren Hawbrook
A rather droll affair
Shattered long ago...
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
poetry w/teeth
Two old men write poetry, short stories and other things
Where are you John Bender...
My Imagination is the DEVIL on my shoulder
No, this blog is not about love.
loveletterstoaghost 
You should run after your dreams. I keep kicking myself, and dragging myself closer to them, even with constant reminders of responsibility perched above my head, gawking at me.
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Life gets in the way….
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I know that reality all too well…Life lingers like a vulture, waiting for us to die
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I don’t think we were meant to live that way. I’m not shirking responsibility…just saying
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Hi friend! I wrote a poem inspired by your page. Meant to notify you but didn’t know how else do to it besides this comment box. Hope you’re well!
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Really? I’m honored! Thank you! 🙂
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My son wanted to say that he enjoyed this poem. He walked into the room as I was scrolling through my reader, and asked,”What is that?” I told him it is one of daddy’s good friends that he writes poetry with, and he wanted to read it, so he did 🙂
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That’s really awesome! I’m so glad he liked it. 🙂
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Lovely.
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Thank you. 🙂
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