Feeling exhausted, I just want to sleep.Lost in sweet slumber, I don't feel defeat.Peace a mirage, lay my eyes on and feast.Dangling sweet carrots burning my face.Buried lost years, just want to erase.Stripped of simplicities, this thing they call life.I'd sacrifice my all, never think twice.Swallowing goodness with grace and ease.This is my treasure; I want to believe. … [Read more...] about Faith Slipping On Ice, By: Teri Dourmashkin
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
Now we are tired of boisterous joy,Have romped enough, my little Boy!Jane hangs her head upon my breast,And you shall bring your stool and rest;This corner is your own. There! take your seat, and let me seeThat you can listen quietly:And, as I promised, I will tellThat strange adventure which befellA poor blind Highland Boy. A 'Highland' Boy!, why call him so?Because, my … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland, 1803, By: William Wordsworth
It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther
Past loverwithin the presentHanding out safe memoriesand friendshiplike candy tokens orsome exotic drug ofwhat-might-have-beenNo danger with them thenor nowOnly missed chancesand friendshipand forgotten passion … [Read more...] about It Is What It Is, It Was What It Was, By: Allison Walters Luther
Gluttonous Gall, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney
Cruel crust that tempts me from afar,With golden hue and scent of warmth and wheat,Thy fragrant call makes every heart that beats skip verily a jolly beat,Yet hides within a bitter, cursed scar.I yearn for taste, for joy without a bar,To savour bliss in every molten treat,But gluten lurks, a villain in deceit,Transforming love to agony bizarre. For after pleasure, pain … [Read more...] about Gluttonous Gall, By: Penguin Flaherty-Conerney
Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond, By: William Wordsworth
I To barren heath, bleak moor, and quaking fen,Or depth of labyrinthine glen;Or into trackless forest setWith trees, whose lofty umbrage met;World-wearied Men withdrew of yore;(Penance their trust, and prayer their storeAnd in the wilderness were boundTo such apartments as they found,Or with a new ambition raised;That God might suitably be praised. II High lodged the … [Read more...] about Memorials Of A Tour In Scotland 1814 I. Suggested By A Beautiful Ruin Upon One Of The Islands Of Loch Lomond, By: William Wordsworth