I wake up to the sound of the doorbell. I look at the time, 8:34. I guess I fell asleep. The doorbell rings again, I guess mom and dad aren’t home yet. 678 more words
He kept me hidden. Nobody knew I was here, and I had no clue where “here” was. Nor how much time had passed since I woke up in this room for the first time. 94 more words
As soon as I get off the bus, I rush home. If I hurry, I can catch the sub shop before they close. I worked a deal with the owner that if I can make it there before they close at three, I can get the subs they have left over since they are not allowed to reuse them the next day. 1,447 more words
I am very excited to be part of this new project. If you have a passion for poetry and want to possibly be featured in a new biannual poetic publication please check out the submission guidelines. 122 more words
New poetry project coming, be a part of it! Share your words (and heart) and encourage others. Let's get honest and real! Thanks to the editors for kicking this off!
It was a late summer day in September, 1995, when I decided to grow up. I was twenty nine. I had been separated two years previously from my first spouse and when not in “dad mode” (we had joint custody and equal time with The Boy) I was either at work, planning to go out with my friends, out with friends or recovering from being out. 1,037 more words