spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
She gave her heart to another
Only to find
Her love was not enough for him
To move beyond
His comfort and safety
She scarce could take it back again
And so lives her days in sorrow
Her eyes always longing
To find his seeking hers
From far across the waves
original artwork and the occasional rant
Art Consignments in Ninilchik, Alaska
Apologies for my apologies
Poetry by Charles Joseph
We Survived and Arrived - Now as Warriors We Thrive
Writer and Artist
a collection of short poetry from an autistic mind
Poetry, Photography, and Thoughts
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"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am..." --Maya Angelou
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Oh, emotional nice.
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This is beautiful and scary. It’s as if you’re writing my life
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I’m glad you liked it but a bit sad this reality for you.
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That’s sad, but do much feeling in it
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