Empty, the place seemed empty. She counted the footsteps that echoed back at her. Where is he? She imagined all the horrors that could have befallen him since he ran away. “Here kitty. . ” She yelled hesitantly, tilting her ear toward the black abyss. The only sound was the echo of her own voice as it … More Halls of Echoes
“Does your hair color really matter when choosing a swimsuit?” My husband asked innocently. Let me start off this post by saying, no, my hair color doesn’t really matter when choosing a swimsuit. My hair is more of what swimsuit will look best with the personality that matches me as a blonde. Same old question, black or … More Blonde Hair, Swimsuits, and a Woman
He sat and waited until the sun peaked over the edge of the horizon, covered from head to toe in blankets that no longer draped his bed. He exhaled, they smell like her. The room was eerily quiet he thought as his eyes scanned his surroundings for potential noise makers. “One, two. . Three?” He … More At Bed’s Edge
I cleaned up the kitchen on a whim, straightened, scrubbed, and swept; it was spotless! I had four days of bliss, four days of unhindered, unconditional happiness, and I basked in it. Each day was filled with love again for having a home by keeping it clean. you looked for me to post this. The … More Death By Insolation
If you don’t like what I write, there are millions other of blogs to follow, don’t creep on mine. I don’t need a private blog to post poetry to appease anybody. If it offends from here on, the error was on your part. My poems are strictly fiction. IF YOU DONT LIKE WHAT I POST … More DISCLAIMER
An angel came to me yesterday, I prayed that with me she would stay. I could not see the light of day, And with me she agreed to pray. An angel held me close to sleep, She stroked my hair and let me weep. The angel I wish I were able to keep, The angel I … More Forgiveness Dwells in the Hearts of the Rich
So tonight there was a huge problem that arose; a little roach crawled into my kitchen. A fat little roach that scurried around the floor quickly, quietly, to afraid to make a noise. As the little roach zig zagged through the kitchen, it left a trail of dirt like droppings behind it. In the morning … More Life Moves, Brooms Sweep, And I Stomp
Useless echoes in my ears; Voices screaming, Memories flashing, Useless Useless. Determination proves faulty. Mocked at the thought of trying. Told to find my station As useless and useless gets. Over and over the same reoccurs; Bad life, bad wife, insignificant: useless Useless Useless Money walks Bills pile I try, And people lie.