Sometimes, somethings are for love Sometimes, somethings are for fun Sometimes, somethings are for nothing Sometimes, something is everything we need. I have lost all reason, To believe in a season, though, All the seasons I believe, Have a reason. But what I must comprehend, Is the folk at the bottom end. What sometimes I…
I all my adult life, I did not think about it enough. That book publishing, is super hot! I esteemed and wrote so much, a fine lot, My excitement has taken the higher notch. Am proud, my patience I wore very well, Or I might have been an author known, only here. My heart is…
My dearests, My absence is due to loads of readings and exams with the soon closing of the semester. My time management on this forum sucks, but I hope this changes as the present course I am doing is speaking of this as well. Training to be a self directed learner is proving both exciting…
So dear writer, Hang your pen over my blank Why have you not scribbled today? Or is it... that the tributaries of your brain froze? Why, Writer's block I deem...? Do you know that if you stare at me long enough That is all you would do.. Go take yourself a brisk walk Run, jog,…
Eternity Each thing that exists remains forever, and the very existence of existence is proof of its eternity. But without that realization, which is the knowledge of perfect being, man would never know where there was existence or non-existence. If eternal existence is altered, then it must become more beautiful; and if it disappears, it…
where my love did the lies started, what transitions have you crossed, are they lies to get me stranded, or are you miserably cold-hearted, with nothing left between the heat and the cold, do you feel pride in deception, is it some narc wimp, that plays like Pok with your fancies, do tell I pray,what…
I may look as serious as a rainstorm But be entirely joyful in the moment... Or entirely joyful at the moment But serious as the rainstorm. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
You may hate my voice today For telling you the truth The compassion that I share with you A gift no one else cares too When my silence cuts through your senses Remember the voice in the wilderness You rejected. How long does it take for one to understand The sacrifices made Are a helping…
During my midnight rest Writers become possessed By fleeing words in mind Tosses digested ones aside To find that hungry leaf of mine, A midnight snack I am forced to eat! ©2018∼VearnaGloster
