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The kitchen. I fill the sink with hot soapy water and make sure to scrub each dish clean. Just like my man would have wanted. Looking stra..

The silence of an empty room Where we lay, nothing else matters I have perfection in my arms The rhythmic rain falls, tapping against..

Here is the sadness of irony, crying in a rain storm because you used to love them. A song about hate that I can’t help but love I ..

Sadness runs down the cheeks of children, They wait for their parents to whisper the medicine into their ear. Like a tourniquet for a wounded ..

Snow was never my scene The cold always ate at my sensitive and tender nose Shivering uncontrollably on those dark winter nights. Bloody noses fr..

Fall is the saddest season. Trees grieve the loss of leaves, squirrels scurrying to finish their final harvest. Flowers are closing, this will be a..

The troops never knew this war was coming Walking into a wall of fire, cans of gasoline in their hands The explosion is only a trigger pull away. W..

Autumn leaves playing tricks on my eyes. Yellow. Red. Green. Brown. Symoblic of the season and those that have passed. They'll come back if we stay..

Here I am behind a lense. A one way mirror, invisible. Just a click away from stealing this moment. Keeping it forever, making it mine. These ar..