They like to say, eyes are windows to the soul.
You say you see me, but your eyes are always closed.
You open your arms, with a closed heart.
I'm a used machine, with broken parts.
Adsesnse
Sunday, November 11, 2012
Saturday, November 10, 2012
A Poet
A Poet's life shared through chosen words.
To open eyes, of those who don't know their world.
To share my hope, my goals, my dreams.
To expose my all, to those who read.
A Poet...my POETRY is me
To open eyes, of those who don't know their world.
To share my hope, my goals, my dreams.
To expose my all, to those who read.
A Poet...my POETRY is me
Labels:
dream,
poet,
poet's dream,
poetry
Fire Burning
A wild fire burning, burning deep within my soul.
A yearning, a furnace burning keeping me warm in the cold.
The chill of the single, the frost of those on their own.
A heat which tingles, frozen veins on brittle bones.
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