Sitting on the cold tile of the bathroom floor Staring at the light coming from under the door Wondering if I will see your shadow when you come to carry me away As I sit here I wonder what you will b...
As I lay myself down to sleep,
I pray that I may have peace in my dreams.
That love may follow though every scene.
And those of family passed,
Will visit me to share of those good days.
When we laughe...
There are different reasons for the writing of poetry. Some people write poetry because they are happy and some people write it because they are sad. Some people write poems for children and other peo...
There are many journeys,
Short and small,
Long and consuming,
And some that only end,
At the end.
Traveling through time,
As the years flow by,
Every day a new journey,
Who can tell in the end,
If it ...
Riding the rails
Prepared for lift off
Let the countdown begin Defy the chains of gravity Soaring past the stars
Looking down on home
Smaller and smaller Burning through the atmosphere So far off in t...
I beg off baths Claiming my limbs too long
to fold themselves Inside the tub
I site discomfort and joints like glass
The sad sick truth is, really, My mother would run a bath
Hot enough to turn her pi...