Posts Tagged ‘story’

Time to shred off the old skin

The storm passed

Clouds part

And there is a boy who is filled with life

He sees the future

He knows he’s got this

The mirror no longer stares at nobody

The mirror reflects a boy on a mission

The boy grabs the oars

Takes a step into the canoe

He takes off down the river with hope

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All the worries

Become so many stories

Confusing at the front

Hope in the back

I lay down

And my heart is down

Adjusting to the new reality

When will I fully feel normal

For now I turn the pages

Looking for a page with words

Emptiness eats me alive

But it’s too cold to dig my grave

CutiePaTutie

Posted: December 26, 2016 in Uncategorized
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I wake up not feeling sleepy 

But feeling alive 

Because there’s you 

The light at the end of the tunnel 

The fire that keeps me going 

The reason to get through the week 

Whatever cute thing I say about you

Just know the cutest thing I can say is 

You are so cute in all your cute ways

Dirty Money

Posted: August 1, 2016 in Uncategorized
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Her bottom lip dropped as she smeared mascara on her upper lashes

She had a thousand imperfections and make up did the trick 

Of course she had to hide most of her natural beauty because that’s what the men preferred 

The mirror portrayed a beautiful woman, hopefully the guys saw more than just lust 

She put on her barely covering stockings and bedazzled bra, taking one last look in the mirror 

She was set to have a great night in town

But just the thought of having to twirl herself around and shake her booty for some dollar bills was sickening 

Guys drooling, bulges, dirty looks, smacks, touching, filthiness, all done by pathetic losers and not her husband

But he’s been gone for months; seems to have bought a one way ticket out of crazy town 

By the nights end she would be exhausted just to return to the small apartment that she could barely afford in the first place 

With her child gone there was no point in keeping up with the cleaning either 

So with that in mind she left her apartment that evening in hopes of a better life 

Took one last look around, scoffing as she turned off the lights not even bothering to lock the door

She bought herself a one way ticket out

You break the bottle without a drop of alcohol staining the carpet

Laughs, giggles, smirks, dumb sentence follows your lips

Blood flow increases, my eyes narrow, clinched, ready

An act of a lifetime starts, swooping down to steal my anger

And like always I look the other way

And the next morning when I wake up alone

I ask myself

What’s worse, the fact she breaks wine bottles without a drop,

Or the fact that she’s so far gone?

Either way my carpet isn’t getting destroyed, but I am

Whether I know it or not, slowly, each drop, each sip…

Broken Token

Soaking Aching

Crying Trying

Making Timing

Hoping Praying

Giving Everything

Waiting Loving

Drown Town

Posted: January 23, 2016 in Uncategorized
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The rain patters against the window

The wind bringing new sounds to the old house

A lazy sigh echoes through the house

A slow leak in the bedroom roof starts

Footsteps approach the rainy bedroom

He sees a puddle on his bed

The cold wet puddle suffocates the quilt

The quilt she had made for them

Nothing mattered now

The house was old and breaking down to the core

She was told he lost the fire for her

The bed can drown, the house can drown

As the storm grew stronger

He contemplated if he could ever get his house back to normal