My dear friend, may we bathe in the moon light while walking the Moors. Frolic in the sweet jasmine scent whilst embracing ours amours. Tumble down hills with laughter amongst the autumn falling leaves. Cruise in a baby blue Cadillac with fluttering hair made by the breeze. Capture lit summer days with endless screaming tearsContinue reading “My dear friend….”
Category Archives: Writing
Our mask
We wear a mask to bury our shame, And sometimes to be appear the same. Each morning we find our dress, And that mask to cover our awful stress. We walk amongst our friends and peers, Dreading the mask won’t hide our fears. We wear the mask to obscure that pain, All this pretending isContinue reading “Our mask”
“A Fire in You” by Beau Taplin
One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives
Beneath the heavens
Love froze in my heart by the dormant mother imposed. The body lies still beneath the cold Winter’s snows. Silence exposed, silence erodes, secrets whisper cry dark sorrows. So somber my soul, so empty my heart, watery orbs streams my harrows. Who lays at the grave, who avoids all fear. Underneath the cold baron earthContinue reading “Beneath the heavens”
