Poetry

Tick, Tock

Time Time to go Time to stay Time is always, getting away Time is like water, it slips through your fingers Yet you can contain it briefly, like a memory Time is precious and yet can be the enemy It rushes, when you wish for it to wait And waits, when you want it to… Read More Tick, Tock

Poetry

Doubt

Doubt, it’s everywhere, isn’t it? We hear it from everything and everyone even if we do not realize it. Magazines with beautiful pictures of men and women smile and say no you will not be like us one day. The televisions scream and shout about, with its alternate reality of what we wish could be but only get… Read More Doubt

Poetry

Creeping Spring

  The end of time had come, everything is lifeless. Wait, there you see, it’s creeping and crawling such a lovely green. Patches, speckles here and there. Slowly climbing up and down the gray hard cold trees. You think it will never come Though overnight there it is creeping, crawling such a lovely Spring.