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.....
joyce ebrecht Poems
Sitting on the beach chairs watching the setting sun holding hands and reminiscing how it all begun
The Storm Before The Calm
The Sea of Love is now the sea of dispair Cries for help, no one could hear..... Waves of emotion leave me feeling tattered, Crashing the shore, my heart has been shattered.
Still Standing On The Edge (A Conclusion...
Still standing on the edge, knowing I must decide..... Should I move to solid ground, or on the edge abide.....
Together our hearts beat as one and holds the beauty of the setting sun..... Because of fate and destiny, our heart shares a rhythm like the waves in the sea.....
My Most Precious Angel
Picking up the pieces of my broken heart..... The task is rather daunting, I don't know where to start..... I hold onto the memories and handle them with care..... The emptiness and anguish is just too much to bare.....
It welcomes you It bids farewell,
I Am Just An Empty Shell Stripped Of All...
Containing Nothing Having Nothing In It
Crying To Myself
There was a time at night when my sleep was sound. When I woke in the morning I knew you'd be around.
Goodbye Blue Sky
When the sky was grey, I'd think of you my skies appeared a brilliant blue..... the thought of you holding me tight, made the shining stars appear so bright.....
Standing On The Edge (A Prelude To An Un...
Standing on the edge Life scarcely making sense Seems to be my sanity is hanging in the balance...
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.....
A Progressive Piece Of Art
Lessons learned in life are like a potter and his clay..... They sculpt you and they mold you into who you are today.....
I'M On The Fence With This One
Optimist or Pessimist or somewhere in between..... Why is it 'on the other side' the grass is always green?
More Rock Talk
Thank you Dave, you set the pace Coming up with more 'rock' things puts me between a rock and hard place.....
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.....