I ask, who wants to be…that mindful?
It is akin to stopping at a crosswalk…with no one there.
Caution, amplified by panic.
The same song,
over and over again.
A slight replacement for manic.
Then manic…all over…again and again.
Slight as it is, it is that breathable moment.
A blemish that is to be…
my lover’s crisis…
And, only my reverence by circumstance.
Anything I had to offer?
All makeshift and half understood.
A pocket of indulged loose change.
Yet, I hold no true understanding
I could never enter the game.
My lover’s deep compassionate brown eyes uncovering…nonnegotiable enemies.
Sporadic voices with meaningful names, ted, tuesday…holiday x.
Agile as a bad memory…running into view.
In a breathable moment
A lover’s reality can prolong your fool.
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Thoughts-poetry on life, nature and spiritual
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You deserved to feel love that isn't spelled backwards
Aspiring to be the best at writing. Poetry lover, haiku and free verse to be precise, I hope to one day master
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a written aspirations to inspire.
Frank Regan in words
Just a messenger of the Lord
Pen to paper.
Running, Writing, Real Life Experiences & Relatable Content.
Rare Poetry and Food stories
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I read lots of books, from mythology retellings to literary fiction and I love to reread books from childhood, this is a place to voice my thoughts for fun. I also like to ramble about things such as art or nature every now and again.