To thine own self be true.
-Shakespeare
Wednesday, April 20, 2016
Echinacea purpurea
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Nature's beauty
Wednesday, April 13, 2016
Smucker's Morning- Retrograde
Bread pops toaster's hot.
Cats groom
Dad licks his spoon
Marmalade.retrograde.
edargorter. edalamraM.
.noops sih skcil daD
moorg staC
.toh s'retsaot spop daerB
Cats groom
Dad licks his spoon
Marmalade.retrograde.
edargorter. edalamraM.
.noops sih skcil daD
moorg staC
.toh s'retsaot spop daerB
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
Daily Paper
Tuesday, April 12, 2016
Closed Pockets
Pockets are closed
for this young girl.
She sees the stars now
she's running free.
No longer under constant perjury.
Her shackles have been cut
She soars to the sky.
No one to define her
but herself.
Pockets are closed.
for this young girl.
She flies high above
painting, writing, singing words of sweet solace.
A creative mind in a serious planet.
Pockets are closed.
Time to move on.
To believe.
To think.
To ponder.
Pockets are closed.
for this young girl.
She sees the stars now
she's running free.
No longer under constant perjury.
Her shackles have been cut
She soars to the sky.
No one to define her
but herself.
Pockets are closed.
for this young girl.
She flies high above
painting, writing, singing words of sweet solace.
A creative mind in a serious planet.
Pockets are closed.
Time to move on.
To believe.
To think.
To ponder.
Pockets are closed.
Monday, April 11, 2016
Sleepless Nights in Country House
Sleepless nights
in a country house
no parties here
for the country mouse.
sleepless nights
in her virtual cafe.
chained to her phone
till the break of day.
Chat. Chat. Chat.
What does this accomplish?
They all pass on.
Why should she even look.
Even talk.
Wasted time.
Wasted thought.
in a country house
no parties here
for the country mouse.
sleepless nights
in her virtual cafe.
chained to her phone
till the break of day.
Chat. Chat. Chat.
What does this accomplish?
They all pass on.
Why should she even look.
Even talk.
Wasted time.
Wasted thought.
Labels: virtue, love, serious, life, thankful
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