Food for thought.

A poem/song (could become either) about breaking up with someone you love, not because you want to, but because it’s probably best for the other person. It also speaks of the torturous, shocking pain that accompanies learning to say good-bye … and stay away.

Torture.

It is rare to find a happy vampire.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

There are many good hospitals and nursing homes, and there are many bad hospitals and nursing homes. I shall leave it at that.

The following poem is from a collection of 41 written by me to try describing Huntington’s Disease (HD).

Iin this poem I have tried to bring out how lonely the sufferers must be when their families and friends block them out from social interaction. It’s true that communication is difficult but it must be so lonely shut within your shell watching others live as though nothng has changed.

The Sunday lunch setting then reminded me how torturous it must be to have your senses stimulated by food and yet, because of swallowing difficulties, all you will be fed is a tasteless milk protein drink!

Sometimes life can be harsh and you have to find ways to deal with it!

A short story chapter. Tell me if you want more…

A tale of the grotesque horror of human nature. Different decisions are made when your having a bad day. The unnamed character in this story is having a bad day and is making a terrible choice at dealing with it; leading him to his monstrous side.

A short rant about how differently two people can see one thing.