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since the day my father died I haven't be able to write like I used to, I want to, but the words have shut off somewhere within me.. has this happened..
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I love you, you know,words that never meant moreanother day, you're still my girlI won't shed tears upon your gravebut for the thoughts of sweeter day..
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Every night I sing to myself lullaby's and every night they fade ever so slightly into the setting sun. I conduct, with my hands, a melodic trumpet t..
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My New Years Resolution: 2013 was a whirlwind. It swept me up and spun me around, made me dizzy and disoriented until I didn't know who or where I was..
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I'm always the last to find myself a dunceyou fooled me more than oncethose lava lashes smolderbat with fire, her desiregive me some elixirkeep me san..
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Melt into the earthdelve into the dirtinto the grime and pollutionof human naturecapture quiet sounds of sorrowdeep within the daunting hollowscaves t..
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Short stories aren't something I typically do, or have ever done. I wrote this and quickly read through only once, I'm trying to spend more time shar..
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In every word, a slurin every action some distressgive to me, a deeper senseA stem wont hold my fearsthe way I grasp a necktroubles clasha handsome me..
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A story of love and loss and finding new life in embers.
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Trauma is a black hole. It opens
without warning, draining the life and abolishing the meaning of
everything that surrounds it. Grief is a star t..
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