I love to kiss your lying lips —
when we love our honesty slips
but soul to soul is always true —
a love lie is truth in another hue
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Porch swing thoughts
A cloudless plain blue sky is like a flowerless garden.
Reflecting in the night
My wrinkles are a playground of happy memories.
Emotion sickness
The mind can cook up very subtle syndromes to throw at our bodies.
Motherly perseverance
Mother Nature is the ultimate truth of the show must
Ravish
it is raining!
no, not water
from clouds
but dead leaves
from july trees
scorched by
a brutal heat
too sunburnt
to evergreen
falling, fallen
brittle brown
leafy teardrops
raining down
the dry warm
forlorn face of
mother earth
Aging inside & out
The years pile up and hide under a new exterior.
blackout poetry created from Nathaniel Hawthorne, The Scarlet Letter, 1850
War paint
We paint our lives with passion and peace, with love and laughter — to cover the pain and scars, the bitterness and tears.
Deprecated
Age is like the latest version of a software — it has a bunch of great new features but you lost all the cool features the previous version had.
Unabashed
Don’t edit the demons — let them scream.
Passed down
To journal is a present of the past to your future self.
The graceful and beauteous
Flowers rewrite soil, rain, and sunshine into petal’d poetry.
Live well
Don’t trade your life for just an empty hourglass.