Hide and Seek

There is this 80 year old woman, Living on my street, Except every time I see her, She's always on her feet. She's searching day and night, All seven days a week, She's looking for her brother, She lost playing hide and seek. She often tells her story, Of the day he disappeared, She says... Continue Reading →

Man of Mist

Fog, Covered, Arms reaching, Man made of mist, Trying to grab me, He's got into my head, My thoughts all begin to blur, The man of the mist coming for me, My judgment is clouded, I can't see, My depression is catching up with me. I battle against the man made of mist, I beg... Continue Reading →

New Beginnings

And so it begins, A whole new year of chances, A new beginning. Happy New Year! I hope that everyone reading this has a happy and healthy 2019. I hope that you make the most of every day, of this new beginning. A whole new year of chances. How will you use yours?

I Wonder

Sometimes I wonder,How different my life would be, If I made choices,Based on the things that I want, Not what other people want. Sometimes I will think, That the decision is mine, That I have a choice, But part of me knows, I don't,The choices are always yours. So I'm changing that, I am taking back control,These are my choices, And it is my... Continue Reading →

Hiaku Prompt: Win And Lose

Another week has passed and so it is time again for another haiku prompt. It’s so interesting to see people’s take on the challenge words- which this week are Win and Lose. If you would like to have a go at the weekly haiku challenge, you can join in here. The link will take you to see the... Continue Reading →

Haiku Prompt: Future and Hope

Another week has passed and so it is time again for another haiku prompt. It’s so interesting to see people’s take on the challenge words- which this week are Future and Hope. If you would like to have a go at the weekly haiku challenge, you can Join in here. The link will take you to... Continue Reading →

She Added A Charm To Her Bracelet

She added a charm to her bracelet,For every life that she took, Though, she didn't have a favourite, As it was her personal scrapbook. The bracelet told her story, Of the boys who fell in love, The charms were the all glory,She still often thinks of.The boys were represented,In the charms, it was clear to see,The bracelet she invented,Could never... Continue Reading →

Not Broken Am I.

Like all fragmented things, That are smashed and broken, Beauty can be found, You'll see it I'm hoping, I too am beautiful, Though in pieces I lie, Fragmented doesn't mean broken, Not broken am I.

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