Thursday Sonnet: Becoming Spring (I)

This was my entry for the abctales competition, just adding it to my archive. :)

Never ending goodbyes.

When it's too hard to simply say, Goodbye.

Running With The Wild Boys

Everybody has to grow up some time

Walking In The Air

A Poem

For M

Ogling the silent one, Numb lips, Envious of the way he can just bask there like a statue. Soft beautiful eyes, betraying nothing, Inquisitively noticing me,

Echoes

The old ones fade away With half shut eyes Bowed heads, and a Bitter taste to take Their place in the Shadow garden far Behind a wall of Craggy stones and Long abandoned wanting.

Broken mirrors chapter:1-My last day

Crazy Goth

very scary....... true story...... awkward?

Oxbow

A poem for the day and an attempt at a sonnet.

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