The cardigan in question, of the color onyx, had been missing for seventy-two hours. Of course, the first twenty-four hours in any case, are the most critical. However, this was a mystery even Lucifer could not have solved. As a young, rather anxious Patti, raced into the tie dye, hunter green room, slamming the doorContinue reading “The Mystery of the Missing Black Cardigan.”
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I Could Have…
I could have changed my appearance. I would’ve made myself prettier had you asked. I should have been more open to your lifestyle. Maybe I would’ve kept what she gave up. I could have been what you wanted. I would have spoken differently, more girly and cutesy. I should have fought more for your attention.Continue reading “I Could Have…”
patience is a virtue!
The grandest apologies to anyone who reads my blog, I know I haven’t posted anything recently but I am currently working on a new short story, just in time for Halloween! Two of my closest friends are helping me by feeding me ideas and twists and turns and I’m typing as quickly as I can.Continue reading “patience is a virtue!”
That’s What You Get
Everyone has been through something they wished they could escape. You’re not alone.
Free
June 26, 2012 A shattered heart being ripped apart,Promised eyes filled with hope that once locked on mine were now lost in time. Perhaps we weren’t meant to be but we chose not to see,Or maybe we were, but now our love will never again soar.Young and naive, we assumed forever meant forever,No matter whatContinue reading “Free”
Truth
February 2, 2013 “A face that isn’t yours Two sets of eyes staring Nothing more Recognition passes over And a beating heart…stops”
A Night At The Golf Course
Run. That’s all I can tell myself in this moment, is to run. If I stop running — NO, I won’t let myself think anything. I keep running through the golf course, I need to get to the clubhouse. I wasn’t even supposed to be here, the golf club is closed this late at night.Continue reading “A Night At The Golf Course”
797 Miles
18 years have passedIt doesn’t get easierI was 8 thenThe fear I felt that day, has not fadedThe world cracked and I felt it 797 miles awayThousands never returned homeHearts were forever brokenRetired veterans had gone back into serviceWar broke outAnd the battle cries have never been louder
Stranded With A Box
You walked awayYou left me stranded with a box of broken pieces You saw me struggle You saw me bleedI’m pretty sure you sneeredAll you wanted was her, to be with her, to hold her, to love her, her her her And yet, when he came and volunteered to glue those fractured pieces back together,Continue reading “Stranded With A Box”
Life
You grow up, you grow apart. That’s life. Don’t fight it. They choose to leave? Let them. That’s all you can. Sometimes, it is the only thing to do.
Purple Persuasion 