It takes one moment To destroy the illusion; To make the disappointment Grow, and pain To become overwhelming. It takes a simple thought To begin to wonder "What's the point?" Even when tears Blur the sight And thoughts cloud the mind, Somewhere, somehow There's a light waiting to shine. Maybe then, It'll light the path out Of this darkness.
The phone buzzed on the countertop, Gabby gazed at the phone from across the room and quickly walked towards it, quickly unlocking her phone and reading the latest text. “Well, what does he say now?” Priscilla asked, raising her glass and sipping the last bit of wine. She patted the couch and beckoned Gabby to sit. ...
Have you ever written a letter and placed it away till that one random day you remember it? I've done this a couple of times, since a very young age. Sometimes, mostly in the recent years, somethings I've written make me wonder what on Earth was I thinking?! Some papers hold truths that even the world ...
Hymns of triumphs sung at dawn Senses close to the world above Beneath this glory shalt he sleep A restless dream of unending greed Once the King of Heavenly Post Now a shrewd revengeful ghost From tombs of old shall power spring Rising to aid our fallen kin Tears of gold on dying land Howling Wind and Restless Sea United with thy Golden Flame Renewing that ...
White are the robes of the sinless, White are the souls of the pure, Slowly their wings are spreading, Protecting against thy wrath. Through the sword of justice, Your whip, created of anger, comes. Through the hand of my protector, Thou cometh to stop my path. From thee I shy away, from thee I turn away. Thou wrath of despair, Is naught but a hopeless case, Senseless ...
Woe is me on this rainy day;
How can it be, that it can happen to me.
Oh woe is me. Oh, woe is me.
The rain against these windows
sing me to sleep.
That is until the window was opened
and a flood came in.
“Well, you are the oldest out of five kids,” Steven said. “I know how much you like kids and you know so much about them.”
“So?” I said, not knowing where this was headed.
“Well, we would like you to be our baby’s godmother.”
I looked around to watch her smile. I haven’t talked to her; but I wish I had the courage to simply go up to her and say hello. She’s never sad or angry; I don’t know how she manages to always be happy. I wish I could be like her.
I won’t lie, I do like her.
Yet, I run.
No not to escape,
but to release all this energy I have within.
This energy that is not letting me focus.
This energy that is making my hands shake,
my face redden and the adrenaline flow through my veins.
I hold him in my arms, watching his small face smile. He plays with his hands, pointing and trying to talk. He laughs when I tickle him, he squirms when I have to change him. He doesn’t smile when he’s hungry, he stares at the kitchen. He holds my finger and he pulls me to see his toys, his mess, and to get something from up high. I ...