I got lost. One moment I was speed typing my thoughts across the page. My thoughts racing so fast I could barely keep up. I’d slap a corresponding picture up, type in a few tags and hit publish. Not once a day but several times a day. The next moment, two years later or maybe…
I slept alone but I felt you The vivid image of you Smiling across my eyelids The beauty of your eyes The only thing haunting me Dreaming of our time together Holding tight to make believe My imagination is all there is Of a romance I created Fiction at its best, a novel erotic…
She felt like a school girl with her first crush. Butterflies crashed around obnoxiously in her stomach. She silently scolded herself for being so dramatic, but to be fair she was flying high on drugs which wasn’t really part of her initial night’s plan. She had given in to the suggestions they made everything better…
Phantom steps… steps… steps… Walk around his bed at night He smiles, half asleep, knowing He was loved and taken care of Time warps itself around him Carries him too often from here And he longs for those moments Between sleep and wake Where he can feel her presence Pretend for just a few more……
She had been lying on the floor staring at the ceiling for some length of time. The sun had come and gone and the day had not made any new marks upon her recollection. Realization would come. But not right now. Eventually she would fall asleep and dream about screaming cats and falling rainbows. Hordes…
I am not a writer. I am very adamant on this point. I write but that doesn’t make me a writer. A writer spends many hours learning the art of writing. They learn the rules and understand its etiquette. I know some amazing writers and to call myself a writer would seem disrespectful. BUT you…
My Relationships Are Hard guest today is J.C. Hannigan. Love is what we all want and crave. To get love we have to give love. It is a two way street. But if I had to pick something just as important as love it would be communication. This is a wonderful piece and I am…
My #BeReal guest today is Mark Schutter I have known Mark for over a year and he writes beautiful poetry. He even sent me a first verse once and we took turns writing this poem CEMETARY VISIONS. Today he used his poetic skill to write about being real. Thank you Mark for this submission. THIS…
My dearest little one Your struggles Will be my struggles Your heartache Sorrow and despair Will burden me as well I will be with you To help you through them As they strengthen you As they mold you Into the strong woman I pray you will be For now though You can hold my hand…
Rows and rows of broken hearts Laid to waste in a garden of stones Flowers disguise the nature of sadness That torture the hearts of the compost remains Crowing birds hide the sounds Of their aching pains Moans from sorrow’s catacombs Like a symphonic maze they echo From the deepest down below Departing from this…
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