And just when
I felt the
Root give way
And I began
To plummet stories
Down a hand
Snatched me from
My doom calling
Here up here
It was the
Sound of hope
Calling softly Cmere
Category: Friendship
MorningEggs
Dawn rises slowly
Like the sleepy
Dreams tucked eyes
Of a child
Glowing the skies
Change from darkness
To orange like
Large fires stoked
Back to life
By sharp sticks
Morning comes slowly
Like eggs in
A skillet bubbling
Yellow white brown
SleepNow
And in the
Dark I sit
Waiting for the
World to awaken
You beside me
Still sleeping dreaming
What I wonder
Me awake wishing
You to stir
Like a spoon
In my coffee
But dare I
Not for you
Roar to life
Like a thundering
Chainsaw it’s best
To let you
Sleep like kittens
FreshMemory
My mind is
Ready for new
Memories it’s uploaded
What old ones
We’re there to
The clouds like
The heavens where
All good ol’
Dreams go now
Fresh GB’s waiting
Yo be scored
Like scribes of
Old my eyes
Heart and soul
Are awaiting you
Independence (for Muenster)
If there’s one
Thing that we
All strive for
From toddler to
Old age is
Independence from tyranny
And oppressive acts
I have gained
My independence many
Times but most
Importantly me choosing
Who I will
Love and how
I will love
Them forever more
HARLAN DIDRICKSON 