"The earth that opens wide her mouth to swallow man and his works is the redeemer of our souls from bondage to our bodies." From the Treasured Writings of Kahlil Gibran.
His Writings
Slow Death
Failing to express his feelings He is dying a slower death…while… Pouring his undying love Into chaos’ net… then, Oh how brief the moment When his eyes glow abright As she enters the space That’s shared by their bond It’s when everything becomes alright. ©2017~VearnaGlostera
Speaking Pages #5
If only I can imagine all by myself I would grow arms like those before I was shelved Before I was washed and pulped, squeezed and dried I would have wrote on another like me With the tip of my burnt branch. Oh, how papery it feels My flat surface so, surreal Yet here I…
Beeing 10
Left early for bees Sunshine, white smoke,easy prys Clean up, disaster.
In that moment
Just wanting the earth to open and swallow her up But it was not happening. After being so white and clean The issues of death cling nastily to her garment Oh horrid it was! She still held her head up to them all And walked on about her business.
When I’m alone, I sit in the dark, and I cry away my hurting heart. Storms today, sunshine tomorrow unbroken warrior, born in sorrow. When I’m alone, I think a lot, of sacrifice and prophecy, the things I do, no one can. No one else, except for me. I understand and appreciate the things they […]…
Speaking Pages #4
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,…
you lay there sleeping next to your baby girl what peace, what honour, a dad holds when he protects innocence above all. ©2018∼VearnaGloster
‘Pok’ish Lies
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…
Looks Decieve
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
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