Stop Being a Writing Elitist.

One Day at a Time. With heavy scars from my past. I am free to chose. I can hide in memories. Am I scared to try? Frightened to let someone close? Want to avoid risk? Yes I am afraid. But more fearful to not try. Scared to miss my chance. True love may still come. Crazy Month of Work and Fun. We left the game and went to this bar, a bar where he was a bouncer.

Watch Standing Guard, Ready to Fly. Witnessing the Circle of Life.

Sitting there in the bliss of solitude,. She was telling things to herself. When a prisoner of habit,. Set out to hunt a fresh rabbit. Wearing the pretence of serenity of a shrine,. Expecting a giggle or a blush,. He stood there asking his inner laughter to hush. With no expression she gazed at him,. Saw this man looking sleek and thin. She took a deep breath,. Spoke softly as she tilted her head.

Filled ink pot, dry pen. Words not resting on paper. Muse plays hide and seek. Haiku Prompt Pine and Grief. Goodbyes, under the pine tree. Stag chases musk every where. Originally posted on Melancholic poems. Why do I feel like this? .

For the price of a tooth, you can buy two from the boy with no legs. The day it rained blackbirds, the sun creased its stomach into a raisin and found its way into your esophagus.