My second poem.
Feel free to tell me to stop!

Stay loyal to me.

We belong in the past.

I decided to write my first horror short story and this is what I came up with, I know it may not be very well written, I am a beginner. Please critique.

As a child certain situations came to be dreaded. This is one of them.

Don’t kick people when they are down.

Sometimes, you thought that true love can never be real.

Seasonal Poetry, Christmas. A Christmas story.

I wrote this one for fun, I have always wanted an Andalusian horse.

I’d say hello, I’d ask the question, and I’d make love to her, if only I didn’t know always what the answer would be. Shy Surprise… if only this was the case, for all I know she could be waiting or at the very least be indifferent, a chance if anything.