Misconstrued.

They speak of love like a force, An entity of its own, Enveloping mere mortals. Possessing them, Taking over in ways that failed to appeal to me, And I believed. But this, This is nothing like I envisioned. This is soothing, Like cool breeze on a warm summer’s night. Calming, Like a drag of Mary …

Update. 

This has been an amazing blogging year for me seeing as I've had a new post up almost every week. I don't know where these creative juices are coming from but, they're really flowing into my poetry. Regardless, I do feel like my pieces are starting to sound somewhat repetitive. By repetitive, I mean most …