Poems from Inked Up
I love to write. I find writing to be my savior. When I found myself drowning in the depths of myself, writing was my lifeboat. When I couldn't find an ear to confide in, writing was my friend.
Silence
Do you hear it?
That robust sound invading the canyon walls?
Echoing and burying itself against and within the vast perimeters of...
I am alone and yet I am not alone
I am not surrounded by others
I am not engrossed in conversation
And yet I do not panic though I am by...
I write to imprison the thoughts which echo within my head like voices clashing against vast canyon walls, like a rebellious ball...
Once Upon A Time
Once upon a time my dad was young. He had dreams full of grandeur & a optimistic heart. He had plans in store for his...