Looking in the mirror
I see a stranger staring
back at me.
The person looks like someone I
thought I once knew.
A ghost of the past or future.
An ending that only the powers
to be know for sure.
They are judge, jury and executioner.
Kimber Michaela 2009
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
