I am bold,I am strong,I am wise.This is the reflection of my outside.I am nervous,I am shy,I am anxious.This is the truth of my inside.To you,I can fake it.To me,I feel like I can never create it.
Tag: poetry
Dead Roses
Love is the Universal energy and sound. I am the manifestation of Scrooge. Dead roses fall and sprinkle around, as I try to block out my daily surges of the loveless blues. I am sad to say, not even the Singing Oaks are working for me today. What a life filled with love could truly…
Knowledge of freedom.
Fear is intense. I am frozen. Something like a deer stuck between an 18-wheeler and a highway fence. I awoken in a graveyard of unfinished efforts and many failed attempts Condemned to these grounds by judge, jury, and victim. Yet another charade of my ruthless, unchallenged system. It smells of rotting flesh; every…