Echoenigma

Stonewall my own heart not a quiver, not a sound romance is a weakness feelings are a bore silent and strong is how my heart will be keep it frozen, cold, numb never let it thaw warmth is an ache my heart is filled with lead heavy and hard no pain, no guilt, no emotion humanity dead and gone my heart has been

Summer is in the beach    salty, sandy and wet Summer is in the sunshine    hot and strong Summer is in the park    green and brown Summer is in the games played   laughter and joy Summer is in living life to its fullest

Poetry a painting of words a story of emotions Poetry memories of the past impressions of the present dreaming of the future Poetry heavenly utopia ugly reality blissful fantasy Poetry

Stone wall This stone wall I have built around myself       secludes me       isolates me It has lasted for many years I started to build it many years ago I built this wall to       save my heart       endure the pain       avoid the world With my wall I have forgotten       What it means to have friends       The joy of adventure       Who I was It has done its task now       I need myself       I need…

Some people say right is right and wrong is wrong so why can't we just get along but what is right and what is wrong I say what if wrong is right and right is wrong and we cannot get along