art
Poetry and art go hand in hand; in fact, a poem is just art in the written form.
emersion
As the whole of everything operates outside of my walls, I sit fast reflecting. Ive shed so many shells in this parade, an old crab, im kinda like a cicada. It is most often in the disconnect and isolation that I am able to look into who I think I am, and my place in what all this is around me. Of course, life is so functionally profound, and perplexing that any sense of rationality is objectively distorted. Only silence can summate all of this, of which we are encapsulate. Life is like every breath in that we expand and evaporate.
By Steve Donaldson2 years ago in Poets
True Love
Your love shines Through your eyes and smile, Through your sweet little gestures. Your love shines Always at the right time To put a smile on my face. Your love shines Making my heart beat wildly And in a hurry to meet her mate. Your love shines, Never stopping for a second, Giving its all and growing stronger every day.
By Edara Otuk2 years ago in Poets
