Thorns
Thorns I whisper your name. Are you still within reach? I close my eyes and see you – With a knowing smile on your lips. You’ve found the scars- carved by my own… Continue reading
Tag Archive: death
Out of the Dark
Remember me as flowers Pushing their way out of the dark To find warmth in the sun’s embrace I recently lost someone very dear to me, and my pen has once again become… Continue reading
Cover Me
Cover me within the earth, place me deep. I won’t feel pain. I won’t bleed. *Mortalità inevitabile. Cover me. I’ll shed my skin. One life ends – another begins. Cover me. Don’t mourn.… Continue reading
Dream for Me
Upon my pillow, visions of things that could be. All gone. Dream for me. My words are to thank those who gave their lives, so we may continue to dream.
Rico, My Gentle Warrior Rabbit
In your eyes lived gentleness; a quiet power. Many underestimate its strength. Rest in peace, my gentle warrior rabbit, Rico (2008-2017). 💖 Wasn’t he handsome? Okay, I’m forewarning you that my voice is *really*… Continue reading
Frailty
Photo by –FlyTrapMan– Fragile are the threads that keep us earthbound. When they unravel, where do we fall? !!! My quote was inspired by an intriguing article. Click HERE to read it !!!… Continue reading
Death’s Lullaby
Photograph by Inese – Click HERE to visit and follow her blog! Death leaned in with a kiss – stealing my breath away. He brought me poppy flowers – blood red with… Continue reading
Fifty Words Story: Soft Ground
Photograph by FlyTrapMan – Click HERE to visit and follow his blog! Traversing this landscape was familiar yet strange. The ground felt soft. Wind whooshed around Manny, and he tumbled; airborne. He saw… Continue reading
Moon Lust
Photograph by Monica – Click here to visit and follow her blog! Cumulus lusted after the Moon. For centuries, he hid in her shadow – gazing at her luminescent face, enthralled by her… Continue reading
Fifty Words Story: The Debt Collector
Whistling, he enters my room. My heart races like the hooves of a doomed deer. Leaning close, he pricks me, then takes a hanky from his pocket; wiping my blood from his horn.… Continue reading
