What has one got in an ember Without a flame, one cannot see Foreboding winds fill November But it is not a winter freeze Why should I, in fear, abate The breeze inside, not yet a gust The twilight sky will my heart sate Not simply an impending dusk So I free my... Continue Reading →
Time To Give ‘Em What They’re Waitin’ For
I can't remember the last time I wanted to be exactly where I was, or where I am, for that matter. I don't think there's anything wrong with a bit of wanderlust, a bit of wonder, some restlessness and dreams... There's nothing wrong with me being me, for wanting to be different. Today, I've been... Continue Reading →
What Really Scares Us
(Continued from The Children - Rachel and Jonathan) A few minutes after the hilarity had calmed, when everyone wiped the last tears from their eyes and huffed their last giggles, Jonathan emerged from his room, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. The 17-year-old boy laughed at his mother briefly; she was still clad in her suave and sassy... Continue Reading →
The Sweetness
Give me a piece of your heart And I'll give you a piece of my mind And I'll twist it until the start Meets the end in infinite lines You can't rip them apart What's a book without a spine Then again, words alone are tart They need the sweetness that Love provides Genius
Blurry Cartoons
I often find myself asking, "Who am I supposed to be?" and no matter who I ask or how often I ask it, occasionally screaming it into the wind, I've never come any closer to an answer than simply, "Myself." It's not comforting, and it most certainly is not easy. That's because it's not an... Continue Reading →
Windstrewn Self
These effervescent throes That toss me to and fro Sea-waves to the unknown From origins condoned I, with my fate, betrothed Content, and yet I stow Rebellion, and loe For windstrewn self, in tow
Yas, Dahling
I've never been one to give much of a crap about what anyone thinks of me. I've got my reasons, but they're all in the past, and I wanted to at least dedicate this week to moving forward in life and not rely on reminiscing quite so much. From what I can tell, you will... Continue Reading →
The Good Seed
A pang of guilt sweeps over me then, I take another bite Like clockwork, it yanks my heart-strings to my melody's delight I have been given the good seed I've sown them into the night By starlit wishes, these good things sprouted, not without a fight Now I pluck my fill from the tree give excess to... Continue Reading →
Day 7,932 – U.I.L.Y’s
We collect “I love you’s” as though they were a currency, and to be honest, I can’t think of anything more valuable than hearing the words “I love you”. Some people understand the value of them, and some people don’t. Some rarely spend any, giving them only to the people who are most dear. Some give them out flippantly almost degrading what the worth of “I love you” is. The truth is, no matter where in the spectrum you lie, we always wish we could have said “I love you” at least one more time.
I wonder how many “I love you’s” were said last night while gunfire rained down on thousands of people.i wonder how many people wished they had said “I love you” to that one person. Just one more time. Lord knows, there are too many people I would like to say that too. So many left…
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December Rose 