It's been a while since I posted a poem. So much irritation subdued in frustration. The creative bell rings less often when these distractions soften the blows to vibration and stifled timing. Here I go again, whining. It's incredible we have so many tools at our disposal Too many too choose, of which I want to choose all.
It’s often not sweet. As it’s often not happy.And sometimes the rhymes miss the correct beat. Since daily life is usually crappy.With passing nights she rests in your armsyou shield her from the blist
Exactly 33 years after the king's first breath, Kelly and her mother’s eyes first met. Suddenly she’s rockin’ Krakow university - composing harp melodies with creativity. Soon daddy decreed Poland be