Original poems for the young at heart. Why Not Do Some DIY? Crumbs in the Butter. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. Join 3,380 other followers. Some nails, a hammer, drill and screws. You almost drilled the cat.

Some bitter, Some sweet and everything in between. Every once in a while. Of the canvas with rainbow colors. Which we paint, so dearly. Give it a look; a chance. I know I have to learn it but, every time you begin to fade away, it causes my heart to flutter.

A mask reveals more than the face. The other day at lunch break, the AC broke down. It was getting really hot, so I drove into town. I wanted some ice-cream, I needed to cool;. For too long had I relied on that man-made tool. The shop was empty and completely clean. The silence was eerie but almost serene. I walked to the counter; to the lone personnel.

I see a shape, a face, an object. I see him draped in black, iron clad armour,. Scourging me, with his steely gaze,. As though I were his Lady of Shalott and he my Sir Lancelot,. I have never felt so frail before. Often I try to look away but he captures my soul,. Devouring my essence, I try to escape;. I feel my senses go numb, yet I stand frozen,. This is because he is the anchor to my ship. There were moments when my flesh yearned for comfort,.