Wet pages Drains down the pipes And are never read again Forgotten. Lost. No more. Memories fail And we lose a piece of ourselves Through space and time Until we change into what We cannot recognize What we face in the mirror -Kel Dayheart
Happy Birthday Emily Dickinson!
One of my personal favorites. Ms. Dickinson was an american poet in the late 1800's. She lived her life mostly as recluse, and never married. She rarely even traveled except for a short period in her twenties. Most of her poems were not published until four years after her death. As I love many of... Continue Reading →
Fragment of a Figment 