Diana Owen Busy with Life BBS! : Writing

Stay With Me

Stay With Me

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


Sleep with me Time is all we need Another call from home You will leave me by myself Won’t you just stay It isn’t muc..
Sin

Sin

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


It is a lonely whisper upon the wind. An empty glass of bottled sin. A hunger that crawls beneath your skin. A lust that consumes you fr..
Tear Drops on the Grave

Tear Drops on the Grave

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


I never thought there would be a time that you would be missing from my side. I always thought we would have the time to carry out our pl..
Words

Words

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


Words that can cut deeply Only one is needed to hurt Ruining your own security Destroying your self esteem Slowly losing respect of yourself ..
Vampire Rain

Vampire Rain

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


A torrential down pour. As crimson pools in puddles. Screams thunder through the night. flashes of life waming away. A vampire swathed in ..
Dream Cafe

Dream Cafe

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


Pigs can fly with magical wings while lynyrd skynyrd sings. Monkeys jump from banana swings. There are some of the crazy things, that often dream..
If Only....

If Only....

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


If only I could be, your everything. If only I could be, the one. If only I could make you love me. If only I could have seen, What It was..
Bleeding Heart

Bleeding Heart

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


I loved you through thick and thin. I loved you through sickness and health. I gave you the heaven and stars. I gave you me. I sat with my ..
Alaphabet and Me

Alaphabet and Me

A Story by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


A Available: No A - Age: 37 A - Annoyance: long lines and lying people. B - Best Friends: My husband, kids and mom B - Bed: full size (..
Sounds of Sorrow

Sounds of Sorrow

A Poem by Diana Owen Busy with Life..


Listen to the sound of misery, an agonizing sound so mournful The angels weep. Look at the face of sorrow a look so pitiful that the angels ..