Red Flag

There's a price one paysfor believing in true lovedespite dark red flags ©

Dry not, my pen

Dry not, my pen, nor bite the dust before my time, you're the nepenthe to my agonies, the breath to my life. Dry not, my pen, nor leave me to fend for myself, your nib is my sword, your ink my solitary help. Dry not, my pen, nor grow weary of my imprint, I am…

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Orphans stop waiting

It comes to me from time to time that moment and that conversation - a haunting weight I knew even then would leave a heavier imprint than one would've guessed. She said to me at the library as we worked on the art project how orphans stop waiting once they get used to the wait…

In memory of…

Dear reader, this year has brought so many changes for me to deal with that when I sat down today to check emails that I'd sent earlier this year, I was surprised to find none returned from a friend who'd usually been prompt in replying- a wonderful WordPress writer who not only inspired a post…

Souls live on

Like seas leave their souls in shellsand whisper to men, before being turned by treacherous time to sandsdo lovers' souls live on past the knellof death, of decay, of destruction for all time, through the world's expanse ©