beauty never dies

Flowers die Paintings fade Sculptures crumble Youth ages Vistas get paved over Beauty is fleeting It's a good thing I'm ugly. ~ That isn't want I wanted to write. The idea in my head was about beauty being temporary, no matter where you find it. So why try? Why not just revel in the ugliness…

haiku for you: memories

Living in the past Dreaming of days gone away Can never go back Learn from your mistakes Remember what went wrong, not To blame, to improve Looking backwards, while moving forwards is a great way to crash and burn Without memories To guide our future actions We will never learn Thinking always of yesterday is…

imagination

Birds gather Then scatter Flying every which way They soar to new heights And see new places Or old places In a new way My thoughts gather Then scatter Every which way Sometimes they fly away, sometimes They soar to new heights Sometimes they fall flat, sometimes They take me to new places Or old…

mortal

I am flesh and blood Weak and broken Sticks and stones Break my bones And today is the day I die Death is but a door Leading to eternity But will my spirit fly And float up among the stars Or will my soul sink down Into the darkest depths Perhaps death is nothing But…