About the Writer| Nothing| Talk To Tommy...
but love, there shouldn’t be a reason.
Reasons are subjective human thoughts that sways with time."
— My random thoughts
It’s an instinct.
Its something that one shouldn’t really know why,
or need to know why,
but everything just feels perfectly right.
Thats my notion of love.
There’s no policies, no time, no rules.
It just happens."
— It’s beautiful.
This is my hundredth post,
thank you for letting me play host.
Writing is my passion,
and learning my obsession.
Everyday provides a new adventure,
for me to seek new exposures.
Travel the path unknown,
new insights for us to own.
We all get lost once in awhile,
but remember that victorious joy
when we somehow find our way.
Time is never enough,
yet we let it go…
If you are reading this,
release all your hiss.
Love yourself,
find that magic and delve.
— Every beginning is filled with anticipation, the journey however, wouldn’t be as plain sailing as planned. Enjoy the moment.
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People don't talk enough.
Poem submission by tokyoshuynh
conversations held in whispers,
they keep their thoughts as secrets,
emotions...
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Tsunamis
Poem submission by royazahra94
Who are you to tell me who I am
When you lost yourself years ago.
You were washed away when the tide...
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New Words
Poem submission by Benvenuto Garisto
Words cannot express,
So I will make a new alphabet!
A new language!
New stories!
New... -
Tongues Made of Glass
Poem submission by Shaun Shane
if only
our tongues
were made
of glass
how much
more careful
we would be
when we
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HAMAKO - CHILD OF THE BEACH
Poem submission by joancarr
Hamako lies in a watery grave, sad eyes watching as her life floats by.
There goes the...
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Chameleon Girl
Poem submission by doodlebimbee
Her life was a string of awkward moments no one else remembered.
nobody said,
“Who is this
...
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Simon & the Sea
Poem submission by Lynn Jago
Simon thought the ocean a puddle
He stepped in and found himself in trouble
All around strange...
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Clams Casino
Poem submission by David Jibson
I sometimes worry about the unexpected death
the grand piano that falls from the third story window