I lost my sense of security
In an eclipse of the moon,
Red streak of rhubarb blood;
Snow man in the mirror.
I lost my sense of security
When the moon was eclipsed.
I fell from the night sky
A chair monkey convict.
Painting, Songwriting and Poetry
I lost my sense of security
In an eclipse of the moon,
Red streak of rhubarb blood;
Snow man in the mirror.
I lost my sense of security
When the moon was eclipsed.
I fell from the night sky
A chair monkey convict.
Writing like no one will read it.
"self discovery"
poems, prose and pathways
Beauty Blogger + Lifestyle Blogger+ Food Blogger+ Travel Blogger+ Recipe Blogger
Showcasing the best of female talent. Filmmakers and Screenwriters
Animals, Gift Ideas, Travel, Books, Recycling Ideas and Many, Many More
Contre le blues, le meilleur remède, c'est le rock...!
Poetry, Flash Fiction, and more
Le temps du rêve
Phillip writes poetry ... or gets lost in thought
Baby steps in the right direction👣
A place of love, pain, and pondering
On family history, parenting, education, social issues and more
News and views to inform or amuse
...everything is subject to change.
Shortness of Breadth
Showing the beauty of this world through the people, places and culture
samford university | delta psi chapter
