• Crooked

    Lying crooked is  The glaring problem hanging  From the deep blue sky 

  • Dance

    I never wanted to see the show  But I want you to know    If I had the chance  I would ask you to dance  So everyone could see you glow 

  • You

    Depression sinks in  While happiness flies away  Just like you left me 

  • Toxic

    Nobody cared about my reputation  Only about toxic flirtation  In wanting to create  I determined myself to be great  Only adding to their frustration 

  • Murmurs

    In the twilight of winter evenings  Dark and shambling  Weaving about in all that nothingness  Is that of pines and twitching leaves  Three thousand miles of nothing  Earth exhales her scent  Throaty little murmurs  Lying easy under the sun

  • Shining

    PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook  The bright sun told me he was there.  That he was watching.  A promise kept, but more often than not, it was a promise broken.  My uncle said he would always be here for me.  Would always have my back.  But now, I only felt his presence when the sun…

  • The Fight

    “It was horrific.  The worst.  Like I couldn’t believe what I saw.”  The longer Jennifer went on about the fight, the easier it was to tune her out.  I wondered how long she could talk about a fight and still be interested.  Henderson and Max had gotten into a verbal confrontation – Max threw one…

  • Broken

    Part of me broke the day Liam drove away.  It was part heartbreak, but mostly shame.  If I hadn’t accidentally spilled his secret, he and his family wouldn’t be moving away.  It had to have been me that spilled be the beans, but I wasn’t sure when I had done it.  I am positive I…

  • Risking an Open Heart

    Broken hearts had made me nervous from an early age.  I had started my life adventurous and had slowly withdrawn into myself.  Always safe herself and an erstwhile hypochondriac, my mother played a major role in my withdrawal into myself.  I knew she meant well, but her adamant desire for safety trumped my desires for…

  • Downpour

    PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot  Looking out the window at the constant downpour, I knew I had made the right decision.  George would never be able to follow me in the rain as he could if the sun was shining brightly.  I needed to get as far away from London as I could, as fast…