The Seed without an Ego. By themischievousannaJanuary 10, 2016 ( 2 ) On days that happen, Much Too much, To spirits once I ask as such: “What should I do?” And They cry, And They shout And They sigh, “You know.” You always have. Advertisements Share this:Share on TumblrTweetMoreEmailPrintPocketLike this:Like Loading... Categories: Art, WritingTags: art, emotions, fiction&poetry, History, intuitions, Nature, omens, poems, poetry, Thoughts, writing Related Articles Perpetually Flooding. By themischievousanna2 weeks ago Heirloom Weight. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago Malaise. By themischievousanna4 weeks ago 2 comments › starrysky January 10, 2016 • 11:38 pm This poem has a nice rhythm to it. It relates to how I’m feeling now, and makes me feel better about making decisions:) If you don’t mind, please check out my poetry books. They’re available on Amazon. I post poetry to my blog as well:) http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1522797793?keywords=ashley%20tiara%20lilly&qid=1452467702&ref_=sr_1_1&sr=8-1 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ themischievousanna January 10, 2016 • 11:39 pm Thanks, I’ll check it out! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓ Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.