Solidad : Writing

Things We Do

Things We Do

A Poem by Solidad


We use to hold hands.Laughing and joking about how things were going to be.Swinging our legs from the treehouse,Watching lightning bugs like fireworks..
My Father

My Father

A Poem by Solidad


What a waste.
It Should

It Should

A Poem by Solidad


It should, make me feel better to know that she's cheating on you. It should, make me feel better that I know you wanted me to personally ask you ..
Sisters

Sisters

A Poem by Solidad


We were in our separate corners tonight; so there won't be much laughter floating about the house. It was almost like they knew we were angry with..
Jonathan David Russell

Jonathan David Russell

A Poem by Solidad


Dedicated to a lost soul.
Author's Note

Author's Note

A Poem by Solidad


The truth about my writing.
Mary Magdalen

Mary Magdalen

A Poem by Solidad


We're all capable of a little original sin.
Too Old

Too Old

A Poem by Solidad


There is no tone in my voice No particular mood tickles my fancy Or acceptance of fake apologies I'm getting too old For such illusions. I will ..
A Definition of Heaven

A Definition of Heaven

A Poem by Solidad


Its amazing how we as people bury things... Deep, Like that box at the back of the closet we refuse to open, T..
Simple Mistakes

Simple Mistakes

A Story by Solidad


Its the little things in life that get you in trouble.