my heart

the world outside can be so hard as inside gets in the way the world inside was dealt a card the outside will have to play

he was a child who never grew who was plunged into a world that he couldnt do so he built his neverland to have a world he fit in at hand hi...

she lived a life that seemed so large like she had it all, like she was in charge but underneath her celebrity was a wounded soul of fragili...

i run to music as a hiding space, to try to change my crying face i run to music when things feel bad i also run there when things feel glad...

i am a poetess and a baby boomer anything else is just a rumor sometimes i dabble in reason not rhyme but that does not happen... most of th...

as i prepare for sleep, unmake my bed a thought keeps rattling around my head will things improve when i awake or will this world still be...

the sunshine danced on the window sill. a bird sang softly, in the morning chill. the leaves on the trees rustling their refrain...at times ...