I Like to write as a hobby,but mainly I write in my head,when I am walking.
What, if I may be as bold to ask, does this inspire in you?
Such a beautiful, peaceful and pleasing scene you have captured here, my friend, I feel unable to do this moment justice, as I am afraid my words are inadequate.
By Stuart Crossley3 years ago in Poets
'Where can money come from? That is the question I ask of thee, pray do tell, do you have an answer that you feel obliged to communicate?'
Reach for the sky, is that what they always tell you? How about its not that easy.
As someone like me, who is now 42, my age is meaningless, what I mean is, someone who has been in the mental health system as long as I have.
By Stuart Crossley3 years ago in Psyche
Nocturnal in its radience is the bloom
that shall bathe in the sunlight.
forms they cast themselves
around the surface.
'Another frightful day
the past has come again
Come again to haunt us
We never seem to be free
free from the chains
the chains that ensnare us.'
An image or a shadow?
What do you see?
What do you see, when you stare in the 'mirror'?
the mirror of reflection.