Poems from Writers block
In the dead of night, a time closer to sun-up than sun-down,
He starts the herculean task of hibernating in the cold and dark wilderness,...
Last night I was dreaming a dream,
You were back by my side
I was happy, but had to wake up, and open the blinds
Sun pouring in illuminated...
You could call me a hermit, a recluse, a vagrant, a displaced and destitute derelict dying for a digression from my daily life and if you...
With her it feels like I didn't spend the last 15 months depressed
It feels like I don't hate to wake up and get dressed
I even forgot...
I love to love and hate to hate
I love long nights and short days
I hate early mornings and restless legs
I hate public speaking and...