just someplace to rest my head
just a home amidst the cold
just a shape to share my bed
just a hand that I may hold
just two eyes in which to dive
just two lips that I can touch
just some way to feel alive
just a way to ask too much
just someplace to rest my head
just a home amidst the cold
just a shape to share my bed
just a hand that I may hold
just two eyes in which to dive
just two lips that I can touch
just some way to feel alive
just a way to ask too much
Never, oh! never, nothing will die... (Alfred Tennyson)
TemptationOfWords
by Lize Bard
A Podcast About the Writing Life
Welcome to my world.
"Diving into a writers soul is discovering the broken treasure and beautiful mysteries that make you gasp for air."
Word-Experimentalist
"Eye Fly High"
WELCOME TO om3ssa's MUSIC FREAKISHNESS AT THE WORLD WIDE WEB
let the conversation begin
Paradigm Shift, Mindfulness, and Personal Empowerment
But Still Living The Life
frugal fun, family & food
Conjured by Sarah Doughty
Oh! Take a shit, read a story. - My Mother on flash fiction
"Die Kunst ist eine Tochter der Freiheit." - Friedrich Schiller
Trancension's VoiceBox
we are fish that play in a sea of light
Critical. Crazy. Catastrophic.
“The art of writing is the art of discovering what you believe.” — Gustave Flaubert
My motherhood journey
Puking up Poetry, One Verse at a Time
- Chitkala
The chronicles of a new father