Tanka: “Life is Bitter Sweet” Life is bitter, but The sweet sugar cubes of love embrace my tongue with Warmth that is never enough. Bitterness is strong. Tanka: “Delicious sight” My eyes taste the sight The colors are delicious. I full with light My mind however tinted; This grey starves me of color. …
Monthly Archives: October 2019
Poetry-Freestyle
Clothes, Clothes on my back cover this skin The skin that makes me vulnerable. People see that skin. Their eyes shoot darts, With breaths that fill the air with thoughts Actions leaving those people with this skin that shows With words Words that are tattooed Ink so deep it can’t be removed. It only …
Poetry- Rhyming
There’s No One Like You, Someone that could feel so blue, But keep a smile stapled to their cheeks. It has been going on for weeks, But what your babies don’t know Is the tears you haven’t shown, In order to keep them from drowning. From the struggle pounding At the door. Their hungry stomachs …
The Big House- Short story Fic.
It was a prayer-quiet night in the Big House and the only thing that could be heard was the ticking of the giant grandfather clock sitting by my window. “Tick” goes the minute hand, “tock” goes the hour. Another lifeless body lay where nobody would ever dream of looking. One more pair of gloves stained …