His touch will continue by the gentle passing breeze. His laugh will continue by the sun shining after a rainy day. His strength will continue by the stars illuminating the darkest of nights. His love will continue through the memories he had left. His life will continue through each of us. Although Heaven may separate … Continue reading Herminio O. S.
Every night I lay awake. Darkness surrounds me. My eyes open but blind. Sleep does not come easily. In a time where life seems unbearable, hard to face and even unforeseeable. These are the times most would go insane. Without anyone there to show them home. To hold their hand back to reality. To hug … Continue reading Lay Awake
Elementary. Days were long but nights were short. No reason for healthy all but junk food. The days when barbie was in & growing up was out. Then those days became shorter, the nights oh so longer. Intermediate. The insecurity lingered, a little longer a little longer. The pressure pushed, a little harder a little … Continue reading School
Don't ask me why I'm screaming when you set me on fire. Don't ask me why I'm broken when you pushed me off the cliff. Don't ask me why I am crying when you left the knife in my back. Don't ask me why I no longer care when you never cared at all. MJMS©
I'm tired of your "LOL"s and "FETCH" lines I'm tired of your grief sicken words, that pierce my stomach with each syllable. I'm tired of the protruding horns that menace me, every time that I look at your face. I'm tired of pain, hurt, and sorrow. I'm tired of crying my hopeless dreams away, to … Continue reading I’m Tired
I saw the life drain from her eyes, how cruel of a task you asked of me. The very same eyes that loved me for so long. The very eyes that grew old with me. The very same eyes that greeted me warmly. How cruel of a task you ask of me, to watch the … Continue reading How Cruel
Deceitful. Horrendous. Never ending cycle of toxicity. Spewing acid rain on passerbys. Wishing harm on others because of fueled lies. Turn the other cheek they say, but both were slapped. Still voices tremble with strength, repairing wounds with quotes and memorials. Why preach to the soulless while they believe in shallow purpose? Slam shackles on … Continue reading What Else?