Turquoise Blue

Turquoise blue Saintly, much like you Deep, mysterious Basking in sunshine Mists of blue. No heartache, only passion Focused on dreams Stories, mostly about you Turquoise in colour Shades of blue. Nothing I see Nothing I do Will make the colour Like your colour...

I Used To Write Most Every Night

I used to write most every night About what was my passion My insight. Now, tonight I collect my thoughts Watch the sky Watching planes fly by. Can’t Can’t write no wondrous things Can’t bring myself to find passion In anything. ~ Patrice © Patrice...

Poetry

Poetry Taken from the pages Of anarchy Full in the hearts of subtlety Showing no malice is Poetry. Poetry Why have you come To be my destiny? Nothing matters but The throes of the heart in Poetry. Poetry Anger, passion, full Of the vacant sound coming From that...