beautiful comes to mind just about every time i read something of yours. your and Mike's love, radiates like stars. it is a beautiful thing to see. going into the future, my wish for you both, is beautiful moments, kind people, and unexpected miracles.
tim, life called you ugly, and stupid, and pathetic, and a failure, for so long that you’ve forgotten that it’s wrong. it is. you are and always will be that poet with the beautiful soul that i met on my journey through life. love, hugs and peace. moggy
thanks LitLover. with # 2 , it was written partially for a friend at the loss of her much loved ferret when he crossed the Rainbow Bridge and when my son left home to live in another state. both were happening within days of each other. thanks for reading
i've told you before, and i'll tell you again, your writing just keeps getting better, Jay is helping to kick it up a bit. love this story line the best so far!
1.
How do you decide that you have to let go?
Leave the relationships that means so much to YOU, but not to the them ?
Jettison them with anger? Do you let them slip away?
Do you protect your heart? Or slice your soul to shreds?
But most of all, when you stand at the abyss of loneliness,
do you jump, or turn and bury the darkness in your heart?
2.
Your dreams are on the way.
It’s time for you to fly.
Soar high. Fly head long into the future.
I’ll miss you in my life,
thanks reader! #4 can be taken 2 ways, and i have, when i've reread it. i jotted this down after the pastor, scornfully said to me 'don't you think THOSE people are a bad influence?'' those people were some of my best friends who happened to be Pagan. he thought they were going to turn me Pagan.i responded ''maybe i'm a bad influence on them"
thank you, AC. as i replied to tim, i debated about sharing this one. the one thing i value most in my life is honesty, but i work at being brutal only with myself.
1.
I cannot walk in your heaven
and you can never endure my hell.
Just like fire and ice, destined never to be joined,
we walk alone.
2.
Broken. Shattered.
Life in pieces. Pain abounds.
Curled on the floor, waiting for the blackness to come.
Pain abounds. Life in pieces.
Shattered. Broken.
3.
Scrapping off the outer shell of me,
gives way for dried blood, dead skin,
making bandages for my open, wounded soul.
Words carved in skin, giving