So in hopes of discovering new things to enjoy and to inspire, I have been exploring new avenues (well new to me


Sweet Mother of MineShe walks in the door after a long day at a dead end job and before she has the chance to rest she has to start her second job of taking care of everyone else's needs in the house. She is worn and tired yet she can't seem to stop for a single moment. Whether it be that she fears it might stall her long enough to keep her errands and chores from being completed or that it may cause her to stop indefinitely. She is ongoing in her struggles and yet undeterred from it. From the outside looking in her peers see a strong hardworking woman with a tough exterior that seems impenetrable. But coming form a child that she bore, I know better. I know theSweet Mother of Mine


SalvationDeath comes for me now, in the dark. It's not how I expected, hoped for, prayed for. It's slow, painful, torturous. The air weighs heavy as it approaches, invading, suffocating. I try to scream, cry, pray. All I have is deafening silence. This Dark Angel closes in on me. It's face is a vancant black abyss, that stretches into the depths of nothingness. It's frightning, horrendous, hopeless. My thoughts race to find a way to quicken this. Anything to hurried the process, I look about me for an answer - but alas my efforts prove futile. This is the end and my SouSalvation


AddictionI see the innocence in your eyes You never see me coming I'll take you by surprise I'm vicious and connivingAddiction
Your first reaction is to flee Though you'd never have a chance You can't run far enough from me My skills are far too advanced
I become your weekend friend You promise I'd never be anything more But we both know where that promise will always end A fleeting memory out the door
Soon I become your only ally The one you faithfully turn to The one you could never deny The only one to sooth you
And as you become more


The Way of ThingsI remember you now How you were in those days, Beauty unsurpassed, An idol to crave.The Way of Things
Walking upright with mirth, You brightened the room. All men would look onward, Unsated and consummed.
You once were blithe, Merry and cheerful, But those days, they passed With you hungry and wistful.
And along came your best friend, By your side all along. He witnessed your heartache And bade you to come along.
After many a days In his arms that you craved You accepted his heart And your joy came in waves.  


A Shortened LifeIt was dark in the room that I had spent almost ten years of my life stuck in. I know that I should be grateful that I'm still alive after all this time, but there's something about being locked in a room for your own good, with nothing new to read, and nothing interesting to observe really puts a damper on a good mood- not that I really had anything to be happy about.A Shortened Life
I knew every crack in the paint of the pale walls, having put most of them there myself, in fits of anger. I knew how to step to avoid the creaky parts of the floor, after spending a whole day doing that four years ago. I knew where the best reading spot was, just
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Me: "It's generally my writing goal- to make the audience really *feel* the work"
Matt: "That's nice. Although it would be nicer if you followed that rule and wrote HAPPY stuff...
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"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dreamed before." ~Poe
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