Before Writers Cafe, I wrote as Palewriter on a site called Booksie.An Ice Cream Poem was my first big hit as a amateur poet and it's still going stro..
~Echoes of You~Your ghost hides in corners of our wrinkled sheetsreaching out transparent hands to grasp at my foolishness.I've never enjoyed swimming..
The dark is, most times, comforting to be withlate at night. He'll deny the light of things I don't want to talk about;bribe the sun to come back late..
The Little B*****d~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Iwish I'd seen him in Fairmountwith stetson hat, blue jeans and boots.Or his collar turned up on a rainy dayb..
I will plant daffodils at your grave.And when they've grownand blossomed,when they're huggedby an appricot-colored sun,I'll see them exist,cheerful in..