A tempestuous relationship can be tragic.

Truth for those of us that believe we’re above truth.

Feeling blue without you, Temper tantrums, Calm, Cheating husband, Ex best friend.

The drunkard came home. Would he be violent or would he pass out?

How it feels…

Serenely smiling, I sail through my day. I won’t give that Person from Porlock the satisfaction!

Complaining with results.

Another colour poem,(read blue), that I think quite a few people might enjoy. it tells of the importance of colour, and what it means to us all.

A light-hearted look at parenting skills, or lack of them.

Why must some people act this way?