Writing & Poetry by Christina Strigas
is my slow killer.
Fancy that running
into you at the grocery
store would make me
want you harder.
Babies cry and
daddies chase me… 127 more words
16 hours, 38 minutes
Coffee and Irony
Dreamt last night I fed you, unknowingly,
something you were allergic to.
And you were gone, like that.
You don’t have even a single allergy, 85 more words
My mind is spinning in a never ceasing whirlpool of thoughts
My heart, My Mind, My body
simply cannot take this any more
I am living in this world being pulled in ten million directions… 132 more words
Ascending with Planet Earth
Here’s a beautiful poem by Mary Oliver.
by Mary Oliver
Under the orange
“sticks of the sun… 137 more words
1 month, 2 weeks