I am a puzzle that only The worthy can put together Perfectly imperfect I lay As the curves of my pieces fit together To form beauty only the beholder can see
When we first met, we talked till the a.m. Funny how things are calm before the pain. We were a house on fire, (now a burning pyre), as we tried to find a way across…
“If I Were In Charge of the World” lists the changes to the world that Judith Viorst brings about if she would be controlling the world. She would approve all the things that make her happy.
Recollecting My Lastingness, As Another Year Wind Up. Below The Dawn Sky, I Ask The Almighty.. Is This The Silence, Before The Storms! Or Is It Just Another, Beautiful Morning.
This song is a very famous song from the play Cymbeline. It simply means that you need not really fear death. Death is inevitable. Each one of us, be it royalty or the common class, everyone eventually will “come to dust”. All that we do and all that we become will lose its existence one day. And we need not fear it.
A snake enters my mind, slides through my veins, and sits in my heart. Red is diffused with green, poison flows through my artries. I can’t find my body’s server, he is my weaver, he…
The muddlehead is a poem about a man who remains mentally confused, a little bit insane. He has a problem making sane decisions. He wears his clothes the wrong way, speaks the weird language, creates new words, is asking for wrong favors at wrong places. He is the man who makes everyone laugh. His story is everyone’s favorite.