A lack of a drive
In the heart part alive
Dead gnaw the handle
On dry rotted door
The nothing inside us,
The feeling forlorn
3 days, 22 hours ago
The Wonderful and Wacky World of One Single Mom
Why do you
why do I
believe that we are not worthy?
of kindness by others.
spurn… 75 more words
1 week ago
Rose of Prose
I fell in love with my whirlwind of dreams
So many different plans branching out to extremes
To climb above mountains and see the view from the top… 247 more words
2 weeks ago
Tinker, Tailor, Soldier,Sailor,Rich Man , Poor Man, Beggar Man, Thief – Radiohead
Poor Boy – Split Enz
The Poor Stranger – The Unthanks… 79 more words
Coriander & A Penny’s Worth of Lonesome
As I was preparing to get into the next scene (with travels back to Sc. 4 to add Crowd insert shots and reactions), I was called to Halifax, NS Canada to care for my ailing Father. 80 more words
2 weeks, 1 day ago
Who is he?
A railroad track toward hell?
Breaking like a stick of furniture?
The hope that suddenly overflows the cesspool?
The love that goes down the drain like spit? 138 more words
2 weeks, 2 days ago
Ugh we ate Oreos so nasty that we had to tell someone about it, and guess what, you’re someone. Enjoy.