Are things really are the way you first see them?

Helping love along or letting it find its own path results in the same in the end.

How it feels to be hurt that much? How will you be able to celebrate your birthday?

When to heed the warning signs.

Something I experienced two nights ago…and in front of my home, no less! I’m still creeped out by it. This is my attempt at the Japanese literary form of haibun, a combination of prose and haiku.

Dear Reader, I am very afraid.

Emotionaly Damaged.

Poem.

The day he left, was the day I felt my life fall apart…

A poem of Abuse.