White lights wink on the housesIcicles drip down from the roofsNeighborhoods are decoratedTinsel is overflowingEvery home feels bright and warmReady for Christmas day
White lights wink on the housesIcicles drip down from the roofsNeighborhoods are decoratedTinsel is overflowingEvery home feels bright and warmReady for Christmas day
Drifting from the sky comes the dazzling snow Embracing the Earth in a white blanketCreating an Everlasting joy in those young and oldMany kids stop and shoutBurying their hands in the fresh coatEager to play and have funRacing together through the night
Hurt. Pain. Abandonment.These emotions swirl within my head. My heart drops the moment I hear your voice.You blame me for everything, but I’ve done nothing.I know this, and you know this.But neither one of us will say anything.This cycle of worthlessness continues.
February was the time for nonfiction audiobooks to shine, as that was my main focus when reading this past month. I learned some very interesting information from them, and it led me to finding some more research areas. One of the books I read may even lead to a new book series that I do …
New Year, New Me I say this every year But I’m still the same old me. Nothing changes I make the same goals Hoping to fill some kind of hole But it never happens Goal 1 I will become more organized Ha! That’s laughable. My desk stays a mess The clothes pile up Papers are …
Power can be so addicting. I can easily make anyone obey. The people in this society are so unthinking. Have you ever wanted to twist a kind soul? Give them a taste of strength, and then take it away? It can send them into a spiraling black hole. The weakest in mind are so easy …
The touch of your hand The strong grip as it holds mine The comfort it brings An innocent move Ignites the love inside me So sweet and divine As our hands connect I look at you and promise, “I’ll never let go.”
Some say that the pen is mightier than the sword, And I have proof of that strength. With the flick of my wrist, I can make people and scenes come to life. The words flow across the pages of my journal, And then they leap into the brain of the reader. Words meticulously craft the …
I smile even though I’m not okay. I laugh just to hide the pain. I close my eyes and fall deeper into the dark abyss. The darkness swallows me every time. Then I open my eyes and start it all over again.
We joked. We laughed. She waltzed out in the morning and trudged back in the afternoon. After an early afternoon snack, we tried to cook our next meal. I set up the kitchen table. She started a fire on the stove. If only for the safety of us, we decided to eat ramen and remember …