Tag: poems

opened

Perhaps some day this trunk filled with words attempting to convey my vision of life, of love shall make a difference to some one. To someone who must walk alone be content in knowing with opening of trunk finding conveyed emotions that matched rainy days and brought rays of warmth when least expected. When least expected it shall be opened…

hushed brushes

listening to hushed brushes Monet, Renoir, van Gogh as life rushes with nowhere to go  

Blurred memory

This life I had planned to achieve went out with the note in a bottle I let slip overboard on a high sea. As I recall I tried to forget just what seems now to be more or less a blurred memory killing me.. This life has become out of reach these words need to be bleached so screaming fuck…