Finding my flow Will it come or will it Go? It cannot be forced Desperate Innocent Waiting Yearning For a center You understand A presence not a command As one I am Happy National Writing Poetry Month
Creative & Collective
Cleanse me rain from this clear and ever-present pain Wash over the tear stains Make me pure Give me a chance to gain Clear my mind Leave it sane Cleanse my soul beneath its frame Settle the emotions aching to achieve Allow me to be Content on living peacefully
Deviant desire where hath you Gone You allude Me To where hath you disappear?
Pen & Paper satisfaction
An extension of me.