Tag: writing

  • Ghosts

    He never believed in ghosts  Which is a lie that he boasts  He was always one to scare  His heart being almost bare  Maybe he should move to one of the coasts 

  • Color

    Watching butterflies  Swooping up, down, all around  Colorful flowers 

  • Guilt

    Guilt and self-loathing  Leading me into the dark  Do not turn your back

  • Light

    Waiting in the early morning light  Wondering why it was so bright  With the twirl of the air  And none of its usual flair  Wouldn’t that be a bawdy sight 

  • Resilience

    She is resilient  Never asks for any help  Go apologize 

  • Cheat

    Snitch and feel the sting  Otherwise, go your own way  Cheaters don’t prosper 

  • The Game

    Beat her at her game  Never to ask where she goes  Do not let her see 

  • The Friend

    “I wouldn’t change this for all the money in the world,” Jess said as she leaned back in the rocking chair.  It took quite a bit of self-control not to say anything to her about the fact I lived paycheck to paycheck and that we were sitting on the front porch so I wouldn’t have…

  • Regrets

    I always regretted not going on the camping trip.  But I was nervous about sleeping outside and nervous about wild animals.  My mother – being the hypochondriac she was – had brought me up to be scared of normal events.  Not that getting eaten by a bear was something that happened every day, but at…

  • What You Know

    Imagination  Told you to write what you know  Don’t panic, just write