Quotes added on Sunday, March 12 2017

I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That looked at me took to me,
shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heart ache from the pain
Take up my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the pain

She was beautiful,
But not in the beautiful ways you might like to think so
She did not have hair that dripped gold
Her eyes were not the color of the cold sea
Her smile was crooked and bent
Her lips were chapped and thin
She did not have a gentle laugh
Nor did she speak humble thoughts
But she was beautiful
In the way wind dances in hair
And in the way shy lovers hold hands
She was beautiful in the way of
Morning air
And black coffee
And the love poems
That live in each broken heart
Spilling red oil, into blue lungs
Suffocating happiness right out of its shell
And she was beautiful
Because she refused to taste sadness
Even when that was the only thing she had left to eat.

Out of the glimpse of our eye we see the pages of our past stalking our memories.

How do you say goodbye lost opportunity
How do you say goodbye to ghost
How do you say goodbye to a memory
Perhaps you are free for not knowing

New friends standing near
We may lose the ones we love
but we are always surrounded
by those who love us.
Our dreams know by the angels.
We are never alone.

Listening to an old friend
Perhaps wishing too much
Perhaps a touch of day dreams.

Listening to an old friend.
Perhaps wishing too much.
Perhaps a touch of day dreams.

How do say good-bye?
I am still here.
I miss you.

A friend will share our tears.
Understanding brings peace.
Life is to be lived