Monthly Archives: October 2014

3

I fall for souls That turn my presence Into an adjectives Of their past tense I am suffocated in Their ironic singular and I am drowning into thesaurus for escapism

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , | 5 Comments

2

I really want to cry out loud So loud that those beneath This soil can lend me Handkerchief but my weeping Channels are out of order Everything is out of service Nothing tastes of life And death is way overdue!

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , | 1 Comment

Sam..

Originally posted on From My Window:
If this soil I owned.. I would then plant there your seed. And each day.. give Thanks. With both beauty and sweetness.. Peaceful friendship.. Blesses me. © Carl Rivera To have someone you call…

Posted in Poetry | Leave a comment

1

If matters was in my hand And custom was a thing of the past I would wait until full Moon And travel to our hill, hold your hand I will smile to melt your soul And as nature surround us … Continue reading

Posted in Poetry | Tagged , , , , , , , , , , , | Leave a comment