Ill Union

An ill union this confusion My wanderer is a flighty fusion Afraid to test their inner depths My lover leaves me consumed with regrets An ill union is my conclusion This wanderer is an unsightly illusion Was our time together a false fantasy To fuel ego and nourish ones vanity There can be no more

A reflective soul ponders the lies

People think that a liar gains a victory over his victim. What I’ve learned is that a lie is an act of self-abdication, because one surrenders one’s reality to the person to whom one lies, making that person one’s master, condemning oneself from then on to faking the sort of reality that person’s view requires

Being A Mother

There lays a tiredness inside of me It aches and screams, yearns to be free Pulsating worries vibrates up through my weakening spine Knocking the depths of my crown and mind Eyes so swollen and dry they no longer cry The soul is shattered it cannot abide Daylight passes so quickly as I sleep and

Poem

The emerald green meadows covered in rainbow coloured flowers, the sun light dances through the leaves and dances through the trees the mountains in the background watches over me and the lakes water reflects the sun light leaving me in the sunset alone with the wind, the winds sings in the sky and now it