Being alone
But
Doing nothing about it
That is the trap
Of the lonely person
Content with being alone
But also
Miserable because of it
And not just anyone
Will wet their lonely appetite
They want a special kind of person
To fill the void
What hopeless fools we are.
-C.H.
Why is it that we are so eager to appreciate the beauty of a: flower, or a waterfall, or the stars, or a sunset; but we are hardly ever that open to seeing the beauty in each other? Why is that, dear
“A simple request” she says, “Speak to me in poem, intrigue my mind with your words, genuine and authentic, for your words become actions, are the framework of our relationship, and have the power to
There’s a camera on top of the building Next to this one And it points Right at me I lift up my shirt And flash it my hairy nipple Then I give it the finger It moves with me Turning as I walk away fro
