Lives of PoetsWhat makes me wonderIs not why writers and poetsSo young and oldSuccumb to emptiness. It is the lives they had livedUnder the bright sky. Things they must have seen To mold those words of bitterness. From Homer’s Olympus heightsTo Byron’s mountain...

Worlds apart.  Oceans divide.  No one can guess the bonds we hide.  Midnight smiles.  Lovers delight.  As kids we giggle  in the world at night. Interesting lives. The dreams we strive. Across watery worlds at different times. The tide comes in. In waves and sin. Sending our worlds to run and swim. The talks we...

I used to know a girl,until she ran out on me.She taught me to love.A thing I didn't expect to be.I learned to live, to feel againas a child learns the birds and bees.I dreamt of showing her the...

Why do I love her? I don't know We're nothing alike, should that matter?Opposites attract I've heard them sayCan we do what couldn't be done?She likes to bathe, I like to showerShe likes hot water, I like it warmShe uses...