Biography of joyce ebrecht
i try my best to get whats in my heart sorted out in my head and then expressed in my writings...sometimes that works...sometimes not....i havent written for a while because the sorting out in my head part is the hardest....i'll get there though...and to all of you who share your poems here, you are sharing much more than words...so whether they are dark & gloomy or come from a broken heart, political or fun or full of love...no matter what...they are part of you...and to that i say 'thank you' for sharing....peace.....
- Beach Chairs
- Still Standing On The Edge (a conclusion...
- The Threshold
- Heart Strings
- Standing on the Edge (a prelude to an un...
- I Am Just An Empty Shell Stripped Of All...
- Goodbye Blue Sky
- Crying to Myself
- My Most Precious Angel
- The Storm Before the Calm
- Buried Alive
- A Progressive Piece of Art
- I'm On The Fence With This One
- More Rock Talk
Sometimes I'd like to dig a hole deep into the ground
And pull the dirt in over me
and stay buried safe and sound.....
It wouldn't make a difference
And I don't think that I'd be missed
There are some who would be better off
If I just did not exist.....