When I think about what it means to be lost, I try to believe that I don't live there anymore. Where decisions are empty,
By Dominique Lewis11 months ago in Poets
The most beautiful sights in life have a pattern to them. An ebb and flow A to and fro A time to rest A time to breathe
By Dominique Lewis2 years ago in Poets
The sun dawns, breaks, and sets While you allow it to shape you Form your morning Ripen your day And claim your sleep schedule for you.
By Dominique Lewis3 years ago in Poets
When you feel unheard, Know that your voice is still existent; And no it has not lost its power. Your heart is still the engine of that voice;
If my purpose depended on you, You would be a deity Sitting on your high horse In egoistical bliss Waiting for me to follow your command.
The abundant place we call our home: Land of the free, And home of the brave, Has become desolate, caged, and fearful.
By Dominique Lewis4 years ago in Poets
This is a period of time Where only this is happening and you can't escape Where a moment comes and goes and you are presently in it
By Dominique Lewis5 years ago in Poets
A gaze of awestruck beauty Reaching far beyond the scope of man Wonder If we knew how much we needed each other We would be a flame of fire
By Dominique Lewis6 years ago in Poets
I have tasted and seen And somehow it seems to me That everything I've invested in Has come back void Deep inside I know
The only way you can get to me is if you swim through the ocean of my tears Swim through my brokenness and swim through my fears
At least they haven’t noticed my fear A vicious animal with his mouth open Jaws unlocked ready to devour Yet his appetite only hungers for my mind