Pointless Poetry Sanctuary

Personal poetry, may not be perfect but hopefully enjoyable. All written and most are performed by me for groups of people. Also an occasional short story to tickle your interest in some of my other writing.

Wednesday, January 18, 2017

Moments

That moment
That fleeting singular moment
When you are lifted off your feet
And held up by the fluttering wings of your heart
Is love

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Kay S.: Without limits we do not know how far we can go, without rules we do not know what power we hold, without other people we do not know how much we are truly worth. A tree of life starts from a stem which branches into many different possible memories, and plans and paths and shiny green endings. We do not know what branch we picked til we followed it to the end of the last twig and looked down at all the other leaves below us. I, Kay Strobel, may be only half way up the trunk of the tree in my 18th year of age, but I already have branches growing slowly beside me and leafs to guide me and dreams to see the sky. Studying hard, performing poetry and working with writing and literature as my passion. I hope to write bestselling novels on the gold leafed pages of my future and bring joy and purpose to not only those who need it, but everyone.

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