Marching Men
And when they fell they all fought for the existence They felt they were owed. They knew nothing except what they expected and really they expected everything yet had nothing to give. Willingly. Shame, as the walls came burning down…
Poetic Choi
Mendocino
Scent from the trees, the air, and everything that is there Or here within my mind, is Everything. Your touch is something Similar to that of the redwood trees I love to see, love to in be tune with. Not the drive through ones, the ones that sit quietly on the side of the road …
Journeyer
I’m just an average wise woman who journeys in order to learn, teach, and build upon self. Everything isn’t what it seems, yet everything that is felt is always what it seems, or so it seems. I write because I’m drawn to. I’m sensitive because I’m a poet. I’m a poet because I’m melodramatic. I …