Tonight, I challenged God. I told him if I woke up the next morning I must have a purpose on this Earth. I medicated.
By Vernon T. Scott4 years ago in Poets
Burn The fire died. Remnants of the past died with it. Do I miss the images? The anger you caused? The pain that you dealt?
Faith or Sin The tide brings us in with an unforgiving wave; producing problems. Sins wash away with a neutrality known as
Tempest The breeze moves us forward. It is my body that does the movement. No, it is the wind and the clouds. The hollow core of the funnel spews
My inner being is a hunter... It captures your glance It captures your soul It captures your smile My inner being is a gatherer...
Her eyes brown, with a glow of orange; almost as if she was plotting something sinister. Her skin soft. A kind of silk I wanted to rub across my skin
It bothers me that you could not stay with me. My life has been decided years before I came into being. These days when I long for you to bear
A sparkle of interest, the seed of a tree That blossomed in happiness and joy. My love for you is unconditional And by your side, is where I wish to be.
