Words make me feel fulfilled occasionally.
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Home, warm, only with you Do I dare to turn the heating on Build me a shelter of Norwegian wood When I hide from the world,
By Violet P. Davies10 months ago in Poets
So I’ve shed remorse But I’ve not forgotten how to mourn I just put it off in such numerous ways If I keep my hands busy
By Violet P. Daviesabout a year ago in Poets
I had thought that your world-weary air Might mean an aloofness to love Imagined you armed With careless exchanges Instead that very malaise
By Violet P. Davies2 years ago in Poets
I know that I hold on to you too tight But I can't help it I don't have much else to hold on to . I don't often speak my mind
The wind catches in my giant silver hoops Tiny vortexes spiraling past my ears Wailing gently Like a conch shell Or a bubble wand
I should have just gone home But I didn't want to be alone And I thought I'd say all of two words and go But it turned out you needed someone
Sinus congestion Never knew I needed scent Then they broke laundry ~ Feline companions Observed from my penthouse peak
I've found a beautiful life An idyll of green, where all I do is sing And I'm desperate to show you the sights, sometimes
I pull lungfuls of air into the warmest embrace To feed a joyous noise Then step out into glowing greenery Scattered with golden leaves
By Violet P. Davies3 years ago in Poets
Is it just the weather that's turned colder? Or is it that half my bed is empty? All I know is every sock that I darn Makes me feel more like Father MacKenzie
It took forever for me to learn how to make Impulsive decisions It took even longer for me to figure out How to make them look like they were a choice I had made
The sun's nearby, obscured or not by cloud The uniform's clean and fits just the same The buzzing of a small but mighty crowd
By Violet P. Davies5 years ago in Poets
