Reality is pastry and the day is indifferent. I will never understand parents denial. Do they think about who that hurts? A grandmother and her grandson. Now vampire. They don't talk about it. Lie/ lī/ verb. An act of lying, an act with patience fogges the raw covered truth. And how can you change when you cannot even see.
Falling in love sometimes sucks. Something I wrote for the daily prompt. It's been a rough day so all of my writing is going to be on the depressing side. A poem about lust, love, and manipulation. Sleepy/ ˈslēpē / adjective: Such a great drowsy weight on my shoulders, life is tugging on my heart harshly these months. What will it be like, Jumping off a bridge.
Sometimes people won’t even admit to themselves who they really are There's a fine line between hope and denial. I shouldn't peek.
I know this little indulgence of mine can't last.
But, when we go to sleep,
I still wait for your muscles to relax,
So I can reach over and pull out that device
with secrets you ... choose life or choose death? there has always been two paths every day when you choose life, the world forces you to choose the other one
Like and comment; what is your favorite memory? A poem about my ancestor's arrival in the New World
A poem to help people let go of their grief from the past and move on with their life.