The picket fence lies. The ugly disguise. Hides your longing to be something more than you dream. Shows you're shallow and weak. Too much of a sheep. Stand out and be you. Not a stretch of the truth. Be the person you are not the neighborhood spoof. Quit pretending to keep up with the Jones' …
Like the missing piece to the puzzle His love fits like no other. Body and soul, we melt. Blend and mold, like nothing I've ever felt. His hands were made to intertwine with mine. His arms are like shelter in my loneliest times. His lips make me weak. His touch makes it hard to speak. …
So poetry has always been my strong point, my go to, my escape from reality. But over the last year I decided that I wanted to start writing a novel. Easier said than done!!! Between 3 kids, college, work, clubs, extracurricular activities with the kids, etc. there just isn't much time for writing. And how …
The older I get, the more I hear my parents speak when I open MY mouth. And sometimes it's annoying. Other times, I feel so incredibly blessed to have been raised by two very compassionate and considerate people. I cannot, for the life of me, understand how some people were raised lacking the values my …
In his eyes, the sadness lies. Is he always so down? Or is it just when I'm around? Does he always look that way? Or is it seeing me that makes his mood sway? I hate that I hurt him. The pain cuts like a knife. I never meant to be the misery in his …
I saw you in my dream last night. You smiled and held me tight. You listened to my apology. Said you understood, it was alright. But I don't think you know how bad it feels inside. To know I broke a man like you, It wasn't right, it isn't fine. I was weak and unprepared …
Depends on if you’re drinking it or pouring it. 🙂
I’m that glass argued about,
And what’s within or without.
My contents seem to cause a stir,
With every single him and her.
Do I appear as half empty,
Only half my contents you see?
Or am I half full of contents,
Only half of it has been spent?
If it’s empty that you witness,
Then pessimism you possess.
Through a dark prism do you see,
And you lack positivity.
But if half full you ascertain,
Then optimism you’ve obtained.
You must live with a constant smile,
Living and laughing all the while.
Yet I say that neither is true,
And that nothing is at issue.
No view of the contents I had,
Prove neither thoughts of good nor bad.
Instead if fullness you don’t see,
Why not take the time to fill me?
Half full or empty – neither is worse,
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he thought of her every day
happy thoughts, memories
every single moment they
had ever shared together
none was ever forgotten
he thought of her hair –
dark brown, almost black
he thought of her eyes –
blue-gray, flaked with
ranging from coal ash,
to white the colors burned
into his memory
he thought of her laugh
the tilt of her head,
the crooked smile, the
in that feminine chuckle
he thought of her often
long after it was over,
she was gone, and his
time with her had ended
he thought of her no matter
the day, every day there
was time spent remembering
right up to the end