le retraité

après sa démission de son poste 25 années de faire la même chose aiguiser son talent jusque dans un point de la perfection comme la tête d'une aiguille--- un rituel de sortie est venu

The Golden Keys of Freedom

The golden keys of freedom won’t open any door Oh no my friend just read on, they open so much more They open a place within the heart, A place within the soul
Cherry

Every Snowflake

Every snowflake on her face, Somehow seemed out of place. How could it settle on someone, Who never settled? Every moment ran like a race, Time never even touched her face.

The Fire Within

Love’s a mystery, and only the good Lord can turn the magnetism on or off at will.

"sonnet58"

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The Gift

A stone was turned, A poppy grew Its petal a dark deep red Reflecting the trauma of that day When so many were left for dead A field was turned The seeds turned black

Carruthers' Demise, Chapters Eighteen & Nineteen

Chapter Eighteen

She shines

On a daily basis she gets shit by the shovelful. But she remains adorable When pissed on from on highable by morally reprehensible women who've got hairier balls than some men I know

Almost Fixed - poem 3 (Full circle)

You went back together easily. You startle me.

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