For something

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 […]

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The Lover’s Rest

Leading away from the depths of my mind, I came to a halt at his door. Braving every emotion, I knocked and awaited an answer. I waited… Three years. Alas! Swings the blank door and He whom my soul searched for, Hovered above me, with eyes of burning gold. He smiled as he beckoned me […]

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Speaking Pages #7

Colored or white, crumpled or smooth, Pages alight, with words running crude, Words which can heal and tears of joy bring, Or sting so to break, a heart once strong, no more can sing. Pages give glory, to writers great or small, Speaking truth on lines or not at all! Harken we swear by black […]

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Baby steps

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 […]

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Lost

I visited you inside my mind. You were not there, for you I pined. My search for you never a bore , but today you do not answer the door. Oh deepest darkest soul of mine, You empowered me when I was blind. To escape this realm of woe, There were no other place I […]

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Free and sweet

It is not that she did not cry, all night took her by surprise, It is not that she wanted to lie, it is wanting to be in the right. Why would being free and sweet, be a bother to those she meet? At first she bothered why it was then re entered into to […]

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Time

I am not alone, though I feel like it time has left me undone with exams to fulfil no I cannot seem to multitask,Β  once I thought I was good at this alas I need to find the middle of this wish I wish to accomplish.

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Looking

‘reflection he knows will pass,
not seeing, though looking’

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Speaking Pages#6

Author dear, when finished, do you mind That the spilled ink upon my lines Be dried that I do not stick? Stick to myself, I do not wish As care was taken to have uniform style An open space for your leisure and pensive time. Β©2018∼VearnaGloster  

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