I want to sleep so that I can dream…
And be there with him once again;
My fingers intertwined like vines,
Inside of his fingers, gripping strong,
Inside of the safety,
To which I know I belong…
So many signs, banners flying high,
His voice carries over the wind to my ear…
Reminding me again, I have nothing to fear;
My memories have faded some,
Inside my mind, slipping away,
From my recollections,
Of days like yesterday…
So much time, years slipping right on by,
But the memory within the entrusted heart…
That its heavy beats cannot break apart;
Keeps his fingers intertwined with mine,
Locked within a Love-Forged tomb, eternally,
Inside of an impenetrable vault,
Residing deeply within me…
So many words of mine and yours, they were not lies,
Just listen to your heart, my Dear…
I assure you it’s my promise you will hear;
I have held your hand always, this way,
Inside of mine, unrelenting over time,
Through the tribulations,
Combined, at least ten digits, intertwined…
So many fires burned, to dry up every fallen tear,
"For your born writer, nothing is so healing as the realization that he has come upon the right word.” —Catherine Drinker Bowen
Welcome. I am Lawrence Rodriguez. Here is a collection of my writing, some of which, I hope, will be included in a future book.
There is a storm coming, are you ready?
The ongoing saga of Delila Black trying to get to Nashville.
ATTENTION TO ADD / ADHD
I'm the last words of a slain poet
Even if it takes me not nine but nine hundred lives -Susan ashwoth
A PLACE FOR PROFESSIONAL & PASSIONATE POETS
An occasional blog
It's just G.
don't make people feel bad about something they genuinely love
Real life training scenarios for beginner & expert survivalist preppers. Reviews on professionally tested survival gear essential for all emergency disasters.
Revealing Covert Abuse!
Writer | Mother | Fighter | Lover
Discovering balance on my plate, my yoga mat, and the classroom
A Journey Out of Domestic Violence
.Welcome to my Metaphors.
Connecting to Friends, Old and New, Through Recipes, Gardens, and Dinner Parties
a poetry collection
Drunk Conversations and My Boring Life
a place to let free all that we are
What goes down must come up
"For Grace can still be found within the gale; with Fear and Reverence raise your ragged sail."
A Groovy Historical World
🎭दो चेहरें हैं,दो लहज़े हैं मेरे...और हर सवाल के दो जवाब "एक मैं जो लिखती हूँ दूजा तुम जो जानते हो"!! 👑Queen Of My Own Thought❣ #MyBlogMyFeeling
Making the world a richer place, one story at a time
I want to be rich. Rich in love, rich in health, rich in laughter, rich in adventure and rich in knowledge. You?
A Personified Narrative : Defying Reality. Sketching Imageries.
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