Prose
Betrayal
“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday. Not sure if I have to call it
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“Didn’t expect you here,” he said as he spotted me at the mall on that fine Saturday. Not sure if I have to call it
Come on and take my hand, Let’s take a trip to memory land, When although life was not so grand, It was never sad or
Recklessly I am taking to my new home, Home I have ran away for, for long. Now it seems I am free from that little
He stares at me strangely This son of my mine He catches me smiling When there’s no reason or pantomime I’ve wondered down memory lane
It was odd what had come over Jake’s parents. Usually they argued. Sometimes violently. But this morning it seemed they had found some sort
On lofty land The pure savage bird Builds its eyries With plenty of benign Dark from the human race The majestic Eagle, Flaps its mighty
Keeping my daily journal diary short these sweet bird sounds lost- reviews January through March. Joy a dig deep snow on top of my sorrows.
Here I am again, back to the beginning, Temporarily happy, with this torture cycle That’s never-ending. Thought things would change when I went through those
Chirping hummingbirds with wriggling flies, Dancing butterflies to carefree crows, blossoming florets and awaken shrubs, They wonder, they ponder dazed in a maze Where
Do not be fooled when I dance Born to survive I dance Born to resist I dance To feed on memories of conversations, moments lined
Ma, You say psychology was your favourite subject. Then why is that you fail to understand me? You ask me “What problems can you possibly
Maybe one day you’ll realise, How it was to see you leaving. In cloudy weather and shattered skies, I couldn’t feel myself wiping those damp
Your hero is my villain, It’s nothing personal; Wish you could see people can be Different things to other People— I didn’t mean to make
“Sometimes we portray ourselves as the bad person in order to make others happy, most importantly in order to make our loved ones happy because
They gathered up all the pieces of her Collected all of the broken bits of – Her Doll They fed her soothing syrups Injected calming
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