In the mist
branches come out like
wicked fingers catching
anything in its path.
In the mist
no one has ever come back
from that path.
Kimber Michaela 2012
In the mist
branches come out like
wicked fingers catching
anything in its path.
In the mist
no one has ever come back
from that path.
Kimber Michaela 2012
A journal by Kevin Creekman
wishes...wonders...words
Rise and Shine :)
A Personified Narrative
Staying Positive
Scribbles on Cocktail Napkins
"He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life." ...James Joyce
constantly searching for my next adventure
Random thoughts, experiences, and wonderings mostly put into poetry.
My Words~My Passion
Lucidly in shadows. Poetry from a hand that writes misty.
A girl's journey to finding herself.
and at dusk I break my past down piece by piece
DIFFERENT NOT BROKEN
Take a Walk on the Wild Side
