I've been through hell,
not nearly enough heaven.
In spite of it all, I rise.
I love, even if I do it alone.
What is life without a bit of joy
and a lot of sorrow?
JKB 2017~~
Poems from my favorite poets, Photo-shopped images/backgrounds that I created for some of them, poetry that I have written. This is a place for me to explore the beauty of words, poetry, life. It's my happy place.
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The Secret
You are the secret my heart holds silently, quietly, gleefully. When life erupts around me or tu...
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(Arid means dry; without rain) ONCE more into my arid days like dew, Like wind from an oasis, or the sound Of cold sweet water bubbling unde...
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Treasures One by one He took them from me, All the things I valued most, Until I was empty-handed; Every glittering toy was lost. And I wa...
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You are the secret my heart holds silently, quietly, gleefully. When life erupts around me or tu...
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