BetrayedA man tells his devoted wife how useless she is; always has been Yet she granted him three children, who love both She did everything he ever wanted - and lost her soul, her mind, her being Then in an instant, a punch to the face ends it all - for her at least Him? … Continue reading Betrayal of the Heart
I'm the worst list maker. I can make all sorts of lists. One of two things happen. Either, I lose it. Or, second, nothing gets done and I keep that paper so it becomes clutter - something else to pile up on any flat surface. But now, I need ideas on what to write about. … Continue reading What To Do, What To Do…
I sit staring out the window; I admire the beauty, the decrepit. The joy, the horror of life. What is my heart telling me? What is it speaking to me? What am I feeling? Oh so much Colors changing, dying leaves. Emotions from people from betrayal, like a paring knife Animals scurrying to gather nuts … Continue reading My Heartache
A little girl screams into the darkness; does anyone hear her? Does anyone even care? Does anyone comfort her in her pain? A woman weary from work finds a note; mind races like on fire She sees her homeless past in an echo of her mind Five steps forward, ten steps back; caught in the crossfire … Continue reading The Primal Scream
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I wanted to alert all of my followers, I gave myself a present - an upgraded site on WordPress. Once I figure out the design and get it the way I want it, You'll be seeing posts coming from there. Oh, is this going to be a project....
A nightmare had long begun; the mind was being stretched and twisted One year? Three? Ten? God only knows how long she had been holding on Holding onto what? Faith? Inner strength? Determination? Or was she already afflicted? Not knowing. Not understanding. Not seeing the signs. Reality has gone Culminating in an altered state so … Continue reading And Then…She Jumped
I'm selfish, impatient, and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best. --Marilyn Monroe These past days, weeks and months have taught me a great deal … Continue reading Reflections in the Broken Looking Glass
It always begins... with.... a strike of a match.... the strange smell like gasoline.... The flick of the wrist to douse the flame from the match.... But? The end of the cigarette is lit. It just...burns. It doesn't...do anything Wait! The smoke! It's a single string into the air … Continue reading Dance of the Snake
"Good morning ABC Company how can I help you?" And there the day begins on this final day of the month What's so special about this day above all other days you ask? It's special for one reason above all - it's called "END OF MONTH" Trust me, mes amis, in sales and distribution, this … Continue reading You Feel Like You Just Wanna Give Up