I placed my hand upon my heart, Reluctantly bound to fall apart. It wasn’t him I missed, A shackle of emotional twists. It was almost elemental, Spellbound by a siren’s instrumental. A longing unmatched, A need perpetually unscratched. Endlessly lusting, always parched, Wandering a desert, forward I marched. Dehydrated, starving, adrift in delirium, A distant…
I feel nothing but proud For voicing out loud What I don’t allow I’ll take a bow I’m not broken And I’m not stressed But being outspoken Was truly my test In the past I was naïve I couldn’t possibly believe That I could be deceived Wouldn’t think to just leave I’d say, “It’s my…
I’ve been misused I’ve been abused To think I’d be perused Leaves me more than just bruised I’m utterly subdued You see, You’ve had many, but you’re my first The connection we had Was an unquenchable thirst I didn’t feel I had to hide Never feared being unsatisfied But I was just a joyride You…
It was 10am on a Thursday morning. The sky, still gloomy after an unexpected storm the night before, sporadically showcased cracks of daylight as the ominous clouds migrated toward their next destination. The postman carelessly chucked mail left and right as he made his usual rounds down the neighborhood. As he approached the end of…
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What if the glass isn’t simply half empty or half full; it could be that the glass is just too big for the water it holds. The glass analogy is often used as a way to shed light on new perspectives. Imagine the water personifies the minority, and the glass represent the expectations of the…
Unkept weeds gently whip each of your fingers as you stroke the grounds’ dusk lit mane. Snap. The wind vibrates through your hair elegantly stimulating stray strands to stir with exhilarating purpose. Snap. Fresh fragrance of oak and pine fill your nostrils with each inhale bringing forth a delightful tingle at the tip of your…
CHAPTER 3 -Purity- Most deaths are collected by my employed Reapers and delivered to my personal office in limbo. However, I show up personally to reap and resurrect Souls when there’s been a mass slaughter of some kind. For one, I’m always curious to find out the gossip. What happened? Who started it? But most…
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