Pictorial Prose

Pictorial Prose
Indulging my most lucid daydreams

Tuesday, December 31, 2024

2025

 Close yet far but always alone.


When we are gone we become a box for the donation center.


Everyone has a story.


If you think to hard...


Love and hate are much closer then you think.


...behind a smile.


Turning the page.


Screaming in  silence is comparative to a comediennes tears.


In the end we are not even a whisper in the wind.


Sorrow, when the  goodbye's outweigh the hello's.


If mistakes are a lesson ...I'm still in class.







Sunday, December 29, 2024

Heavens High

 Don't waste time yearning

for something that will not be,

all that we know for sure is

that life is quite fleeting.


You can guarantee the stars

will shine down wherever we are,

connecting two souls together

uniting them from afar.


Rainbows fade momentarily

like a blink of the eye,

but our love last forever

it is written in the heavens high.


When our days are long over 

and the memories are passed,

the written words of love 

will be forever cast.