Prose
The Unhappy Bride.
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that awaited to glow as she
With a heart heavier than the dress she wore that day, she walked up to the beautifully adorned stage that awaited to glow as she
The narrow door opens As the wide door shuts. No portal is accessible For wanted success. Toil, as you might, Research, yearn, sweat, All spent
Childbirth is the mother of adventure,. You hear of heavens, rocks and earths Getting split opened like the mouths of lovelorn soldiers roaring irate, Vocalic
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Until you let go of what hurts you,
screaming won’t ease the pain.
The day stars new all is peaceful at sun up a fresh strong breath of tree’s The Christmas tree is filled with a thousand memories
The Walls We Build: “There is loneliness in this world so great that you can see it in the slow movement of the hands of
I’m skilled at bottling up my feelings but I’ll burst if you shake me. one pull at a loose thread and I come apart at