Here, I say, is my story
On a plate or in a bowl
Soups of fire, budding mountains
Red rings of oily kisses
Stir fries of grey mornings… 154 more words
2 hours, 39 minutes ago
The Brink: Shatter Point
Understanding people is…hard for me. Not because I don’t understand humanity. No, I don’t understand when people interact with me. Humanity is simple, and easy to grasp. 1,465 more words
16 hours, 7 minutes ago
After seven years of silence
—a soft mumble of an email.
I miss you.
More of a murmur in sleep
than a conscious sentiment.
But we were never friends. 120 more words
17 hours, 38 minutes ago
Embracing God's Grace
I remember it as if it were yesterday,
Awkwardly attempting to connect,
Humor covering up the desire for respect.
Fear was met by boldness – objection. 407 more words
1 day, 20 hours ago
Given the chance to spend all those nights talking again, or take the other choice of just going to bed, I’d never change my choice. 2,097 more words
2 days, 14 hours ago
From The Middle
green lines my pathways
snow abandoned christmas this year.
left it to shiver,
dust covered instrument cases
dancing abandoned as carrots cook.
house silent, 18 more words
2 days, 16 hours ago
i) racing cross dew dappled grass
sliding into wood
face splintered with tears.
an hour later shivering with delirium
clear tubing connects vein to mechanics. 113 more words