We are living this life for the first time So it's my call how I will play it out Only I can say if it's worth breathing Or if it's worth ending
Ghost, memories and shadows They take pieces of me. Each time I want to try, I wait in my empty soul, With the feeling that it’s closing in.
And tell me where's hope , That everyone is searching for, Is it hidden in caves, Or underneath the lights?
What a cute and stupid dream. Wake up. No one remembers you.
Please come back to that place give my mind and heart some peace tell the patrons and witnesses who you were with
The nights shall be crystal clear, the days shall be bright , filled with merriment. thou mustn't worry for we shall guide, guide thou to thy final port of bid - heaven!
I have to celebrate, devour, and create So many things in the longest but shortest period of calendar-time— Decide, plan, purchase, and make my Halloween costume;
I am worn Some would say death worn And I care not To feel this way Ever again
Isolation is a terrible thing. Being alone can do strange things to people. Everybody needs some solitude to clean out their soul, to make peace with their demons.Too much is almost unbearable.
That night she cooed herself to sleep while snuggling under the warmth of her duvet. Like a child anyone would have said. But the woman that lay there didn’t care much for she knew her time was coming and the clock was ticking, faster than ever before.
Counselors is a poem written by Dana Trick and shared via The Ugly Writers under the theme Just Barely for the month of October
I may be amazed of the hills in Azores, But I'd be happier rolling down the hills of Batanes.
I am at a loss for words. I didn't even know what to do first. Where I should start? I slept in today. Oh, a glorious extra hour. I have been so tired, not sleeping well and I was reveling last night at even the idea of a much needed, long sleep. I don't know what I was thinking. I am a mother of 5.
I am hoping for the right time again to see and touch you. I am praying that time would just go swiftly because as of now, i am missing you. I miss every part of you
Sitting here two days removed from Dr. C running a rubber tube into my member, filling a portable piss bag