With a life of endless trials and tribulations but the strength that many wish they could have had, I have survived to tell my tales. I write not only for personal fulfillment, but for true dedication for the romanticism that was a beautiful vision lost to
+ more bio informationAt the same time in the morningI need my cup of joeWithout that roasty, toasty scentMy day will never flowWhile roasting in the coffee potI only sit and stareEvery thing I see is a blurAmbition isn't thereBut when it's time to fill my cupMy eyes begin to shineDazzled by my own refelctionThe feeling is divineAs my lips pursue ... More..
Tears-Tears can be a sign of grief or a sign of painSome believe tears may be the April showersThe divine way to hydrate a garden's flowersTears may be a frustration, as to let it all outTears that are shed because of embedded emotionBut why men are afraid, I haven't the notionTears can be built up and saved for many yearsBut... More..
Somehow, without her awareness, almost as if she were on auto-pilot, she was parked in front of the cottage she rented. She never had to look at a map, and she never even felt troubled by finding the right number of her designation. She sat in her now silent car, and stared nervously at the small, yet accommodating little cab... More..
My 3 year old daughter knows who Barack Obama is because of me. In fact she thinks he is my friend! She runs around telling everyone, "Barack Obama is momma's friend." She is right, in a way.I voted for Barack Obama for many reasons. Most of the reasons may seem petty or insignificant than most, but I think it is important to... More..
Bird of LoveAs you were roaming through the parkWith desperate thoughts on your mindRecollecting your loversKnowing how you'd been so blindThere was only one special girlThat actually seemed to careAnytime you needed herYou knew she'd always be thereDeeply missing the love she gaveYou know only you are to blameThe cold way yo... More..
What Should I do?-Looking back on all of the yearsRealizing what caused all this painHardening my will to love againDeepening my need to go hideAs if my eyes went blind,Sudden maturity, was suddenly behindGentlemen looked the sameEach one the same thoughtless nameTheir eyes frightening to the extremeMy only delight at all was... More..
In The WindowHim:Though in separate worldsThey only sit inches apartOnce entwined by soul and heartHe is consumed with paranoiaAnd sees a tear fall from her faceOnce home for his lips; his placeReflections in the passenger windowWhile is heart stops for a whileTorn by beauty of tears or a smileHe is silenced by her fragilityB... More..
Deep SeaDeep within the abyss of the sea,I am who I am, young, but delicatelyI've grown through journeys yet untoldStories yet without a child to beholdMy lovers all, historic and buried so deepThough in sin, they thrive in lessons to keepHow I love today, is how I feared beforeEchoes so constantly, on the deep sea floorThe t... More..
Robbed Cradle-When I was 9, I became a womanInnocence died, to evolve my wombI was too young, to know about loveBut I hunted it, like a starving wolfIt was not the apple, but the cherryThough in tact, But it was decayingWhy should it be, that I longed for thisPut myself forth, forgot about blindnessLike a lunatic, I professed... More..
Believe in me; my precious friendNever a truer friend you'll findMy morals are my eternal oathTo break them would stop my mindTrust in me; my kindred palNever a stronger bond you'll hathForgetting you is against my pledgeThis shall never become my pathHonor with me; my true confidentNever more words will you shareMy ears and ... More..
Penelope Moore
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