Month: March 2007

Writing

In my cave Deep beneath the ground I wait for inspiration to strike Amongst the muffled sounds… Sounds of thumping feet, Sounds of muffled speech, Sounds of dying music And of the music that has died Life reaches me Seeping…

Plain Jane

I don’t have the long pretty hair, For you to lose yourself in. And my cheeks aren’t that fair, That your touch would make them pink. I don’t have those deep blue eyes, In which you might want to drown.…

Imagination

His eyes are full of hope But sometimes that hope just can’t cope With the realities that he perceives Perceptions deceive, Until his heart grieves For he begins to think he cannot… The mind races with the heart, An intense…