where’d that girl go?
the one who wore bright blues and greens
she spoke only quiet words
but in her style and her brightness
she said “this is me!”
she needed not shout her truth
she walked it in quiet rebellion
she walked her truth
daring others to tell her otherwise
she now wears her truth less
and she walks her truth less
that 16 year old is long gone
that 16 year old who walked her truth
in quiet rebellion
confessions are self-serving
Life somehow is chasing rainbows with a stranger; with that, you'll never be lonely.
With a Challenger-deep Sentiments
Words are beautiful beyond meanings
Novelist, Poet, Wordsmith
weird alien 👽
the literary asylum
Understanding someone’s way with words isn’t as simple as you think.
Talk Books. Drink Coffee.
WITHIN ARE PIECES OF ME
Poetry from an English Hart
.......is writing
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
Occasional Musing
Poetry, story and real life. Once soldier, busnessman, grandfather and Poet.
Because poetry. And petals.
thoughtsgather 