• Corrupted Grief

    Normal 0 false false false EN-US X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:”Table Normal”; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:””; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:”Arial”,sans-serif; mso-ansi-language:EN;} For those who lost everything and still stand, and especially for those who couldn’t hold on anymore. “Crystal” A vast variety of colors and shapes…

  • The Villain’s Hell in a Writers Life

    When I think of what to say I hope the words come to me, and stay with me for the day.   For my heart will start to sway, when I think of being free, with the words I cannot say.   My tears are here to betray, As a simple sign, the key, that…

  • You're My Poem Too

    I imagine in the future, a not so distant one, a toddler on my hip, sucking his thumb, whispering in my ear, ‘Mommy Mommy” What is it, baby? “What is that?” What is what, baby? He points to the screen. My computer, baby. “No silly mommy” “What’s on the computer?” You mean those words, baby?…

  • The Big Little Things

    I got up today even though it was hard I managed it … I went to my class I did not want that either but I still did … It’s simple for you, to do all of these things but not for myself.

  • Pitcher

    A death trap for frogs to leap into their barrels A pit so sweet so colorful and bright but utilized as a weapon to devour to indulge a craving  a taste for the living to save itself from death. We are like the pitcher plant. We take the hearts of many, we let them fall…