How fragile you seem
But you are the harbinger
Of tempests' power
About the Creator
D. J. Reddall
I write because my time is limited and my imagination is not.
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Messiah
You have to knock louder, my dear. I can't hear beyond the thunder of the door. I won't believe you actually mean it. Because you have to want it more. You became home to me and I fear when it's going to end. I conspire against myself in hopes the truth will bend. You're the therapy I actually benefit from, the doubt that gets removed. I run to the sound of your echoes while I climb out of this tomb. I was searching for you but were you looking for me? Did you pin all your hope on a future while you waited for me? I don't want to escape, I want to run away with you. With your hand in mine, we can witness everything brand new. I've learned to live with distorted self-esteem. Where I couldn't possibly be worth anything. To measure up with what I expect you'd want and need. To be everything wrapped up in a peaceful dream. To be enough, to be the one to make you happy. Where I prove myself and land at your feet. Why can't I just be myself and hope for the best? Because I'm afraid I will always be -less. There's a part of me that lives in constant fear. That I speak in a language you couldn't possibly hear. I cannot control how you view me, my love. All I can do is continue to love you and hope its enough. My attempts at happiness are few in between. My efforts at evolution are always unseen. I crave the safety of consistent and stable arms. I yearn for the freedom that lies in your peaceful and loving heart
By Anna Torresabout 19 hours ago in Poets
Ghostly Happenings in Colorado
Disturbed Spirits In Denver, an expanse of greenery, Cheesman Park comes with a macabre history since it was once a burial ground known as Mount Prospect Cemetery established by General William Larimer in 1858. The job of exhuming bodies began, and some were left behind resting beneath the park. However, the ghostly spirits don’t wish to rest in peace beneath the park, and visitors here have felt cold touches, seen ghostly children playing at night, and heard a singing lady who disappears when approached.
By Rasma Raistersa day ago in Horror
Comments (8)
Had to look up the title! This was such a great poetic character sketch of a rain cloud
Oh wow, that photo is stunning! Loved your Haiku!
Timely and timeless, great job!
This speaks to human insignificance in comparison to nature, and yet natures humble demeanor. Love it
Ooo! I absolutely loved this one! Perfectly captured!
This is excellent. The words, that image - you nailed it.
Love the powerful tone of this poem. Great job.
wow...this is fantastic