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From the Daily Prompt First Site. I thought that it was appropriate to post this story, which I wrote a while back and posted last year. Doro Tou Theo – Gift from God I jolted awake at exactly 3:00 in the morning. It was the worst feeling that I had ever had. The pain rrrrrrriiiiiiiiipppped through my back in a way that felt like I was having a back spasm only… Read More
The Man I Love The man I love Rises above He knows that my whole heart is his A gentle, sweet smile As he ponders a while At the thought of our sweet, gentle kiss He reflectively lingers As he traces his fingers He can almost feel my soft hair He wakes with a grin As his day first begins Thankful and sure that I’m there… Read More
A Taste of Love Oh but that afternoon were such That I would know that love, that touch That faint of heart, that loss of breath Worlds away from life and death Thus would I melt in such arms of passion Even if just a taste of love’s smallest ration I appreciate any feedback or comments that you would care to share with me. Bless you lots, Easter… Read More
Dear Writer’s Block… It’s not You, It’s Me Dear Writer’s Block, I’ve known you for so long now that being with you is like having a warm, loving blanket wrapped around me that numbs all of my thoughts of writing into a fading shadow that eventually; rather finally, disappears into the grey dust of what used to be my inspiration. Our relationship started off so casually. It was so easy to just… Read More
I had written this a few years back, but have made a few changes for the better (I hope). Little Caterpillar Little Caterpillar Little caterpillar low on the ground Trapped on your belly, crawling around Seeing the world from the mud down below You scamper and scurry with so many feet Void of direction and feeling defeat Never thinking your destination is more than you know You take note of the… Read More
Little Caterpillar Little Caterpillar Little caterpillar low on the ground Trapped on your belly, crawling around Seeing the world from the mud down below You scamper and scurry with so many feet Void of direction and feeling defeat Never thinking your destination is more than you know You take note of the birds and ponder the sky A soul-haunting dream – oh that you could fly The world is so big and… Read More
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