Roses-like blood Roses are red, and can bleed redblood. But daggers are dark, and stab to thebud. Each and every rose, has its thorns sograzed. But the heart bleeds dark as meaning turnshazed.(A poem of the heart, which is a rose)
That face of yours..."Your touch; it hurts and soothes the same. Your lips; sweet taste whisper my name. Your eyes; they shine reflect mine love. Your laughter; brightens like a white dove. All these words in love's embrace. Can't compare to describe thy face." A sweet poem by JCW
A qoute. No seriously...." My curiosity is your curiosity, and your curiosity is my resolve." ~ JCW ~
Letter to GodDEAR GOD, We graciously accept your gift.And now that we are done with it(whether it's your fault it's defectiveor ours for poor care), you can take it back.The world that was once yours,and ours, will be yours again. Love always, Yours*DO NOT RETURN TO SENDER*
HAIK.u" Let the air be thy whisper that tickles thine ear.... and can get away with it."A HAIK.u
Title that relates to the poemThis day is my ownAnd no others shall mournover me.And it is all shownFrom dusk; all way to mornabout thee.You are with me nowStanding beside; and overwatching me.and now be free.
Music's.path-- a poem Sitting along the music's path hearing the breath of the windcaressing my hair,kissing dimples of my smile feeling the pulse of the song. The beat of the world dances with my smile does play As the heel of my foot itches To play drums with; vibrates with the earth's heart song. The sun shines its warmth clouds skip across its face As its gaze turns my wayand