the last word

the last word falls like a mountain on a dove a shadow on a child a bullet through a rose and no-one knows quill rests between cold fingers the ink is dry a change is due for a few selfish reasons there are so many gifted writers here it has been a great learning experience I watched so many poets improve their art by leaps and bounds over the past couple of years we can all continue to learn from one another and that is where our focus should be I leave with no hard feelings toward any one of you and apologize for any negativity I may have brought to this site I sincerely hope the positive outweighed the negative I will leave my work here for a while should anyone new care to have a look To all of my friends here... peace!

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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