Mike Frawley
If you love someone, set them free. If they come back they're yours; if they don't they never were.
Richard Bach

The Best I Could

dontcryitsonlymike:

Regretting all we’ll never be
star crossed, storm tossed
lovers lost within the afterglow
forever living only to regret
the love I felt but couldn’t show
no one calling, teardrops falling
this will never again be good
but please remember if you can
I loved you the best I could

Wild Kingdom

lzlabs:


Does he know
his body pressed to mine
melts the shackles of the beast
and his warm breath that heats my skin
releases the animal within
I claw at skin
as my ears absorb your sins
raw furry released
it is, the nature of the beast…

©lzlabs42014

plumsandberries:

a second chance -
more in love with the lines
on your face,

this time
a salty sweet journey,
a sharp soft beat.

I Know

milkshakesandheartaches:

My life 

revolves 

around the 

moon’s breath

and the

unconditional

reverence 

for what 

is sacred.

The storms

of life

have watered

down his glow

as the science

of pain

whispers

what I

already know. 

35- Not Like This

writt3ninjoy:

They tell us to forsake the cliche’
To wind new words in refreshing ways, 
to forget we have hearts beating love, 
or souls in flight past eternity.

The sea does yet seethe, 
the rains do still cry. 

They tell us to not witness the breeze
hugging the trees, watching as rainbows
paint the sky. Forget stars in her eyes,
lips petal red, ribs of iron bars.

I still smile and say,
I will muse the moon
because- she’s still there.

takingstockofwhatmattersmost:

from the moment i left her lips


i fell
with the weight of her words
eventually crashing upon the stained walnut 
soaking into crevices
trampled over
forgotten

i was but a whisper

dontcryitsonlymike:

While followers may bring you 
lots of notes
it’s the hearts from dear friends
that count the most  

It’s All About Change

dontcryitsonlymike:

Talk to the hand heart

Look out for yourself others first

Be the winner change

Love Yourself, Love the World

dontcryitsonlymike:

Love yourself
love the world
and the world
will love you too
after all
can’t you see
this crazy place
is only you

This Old World Ain’t No Place For Dreams

dontcryitsonlymike:

I once had it all, a young man with a plan
but this old world ain’t no place for dreams
those pirates and cowboys are so yesterday
and paper trail tigers are winning it seems

Too long having sipped from her acrid lips
til came the day when her well too ran dry
so our story’s farewell with damn little to tell
and more than a little too late for goodbye

The ones that I loved are now so far away
and that old movie don’t play here anymore
there’s nothing to live for and not much to say
when you realize you’re just keeping score


Please forgive me for reblogging this again but I had to change the last line from they’re all to you’re just.  Sorry, but it was bugging me.  :)

The Weather Report

raisethecurve:

Rain falls faintly on my windshield and I watch
a young woman being led along the sidewalk
by a little girl in matching floral spring dress.

The woman is pregnant and nearly barefoot
in her open sandals. Smiling, she pauses and
points her face to the sky: she is not dressed
for this weather; teased by sunlit flickering
blinds of cloud cover, she asks for more.

An older man out of my periphery comes,
dressed the color of unforgiving earth, of
sandstorms, speeding towards the entrance

to escape the rain. I see myself as this man,
pause at the entrance under cover and
hold the door to let the spring flowers in.

They bloom as they pass and for a moment
the raindrops cease. The man himself strides
towards the door, enters, and holds nothing.

The pregnant woman stops, a look of shock
upon her face; she, like I, expected more.
She enters the courthouse, and smiles as
the little girl tries her best to hold the door
to prove that she can. We all hope for more.

thephilosophersotherstone:

Castle Walls

These ancient walls
so massive still
once-grand bastions

Now dormant
free from purpose
torn down worn down

Wars and weather
gale forces so alike
the ever-present winds

Feisty leaves play
on a wailing breeze
a pretence of peacefulness

Scenic vista of abrasion
beholder and beheld
worn down in unison

Resilient and stubborn
the wind’s needles ignored
refusing to give in

And every day anew
our skin and these old walls
stand up to time and wear again

mikefrawley:

mikefrawley:

We have met the enemy and he is us - Walt Kelly Earth Day 1971

Happy Earth Day everyone.  Give your mother a hug!  On a warm and fuzzy note, I posted this two years ago, and it’s how I met my dear friend the ever so slightly popular David.  He stopped by after seeing this.  Turns out he likes comics and cartoons.  Who saw that one coming?  LOL  David you’re the best

mikefrawley:

mikefrawley:

We have met the enemy and he is us - Walt Kelly Earth Day 1971

Happy Earth Day everyone.  Give your mother a hug!  On a warm and fuzzy note, I posted this two years ago, and it’s how I met my dear friend the ever so slightly popular David.  He stopped by after seeing this.  Turns out he likes comics and cartoons.  Who saw that one coming?  LOL  David you’re the best