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death: no one decides
To die or not to die
Its not a choice
Its not an option
Its not up to me
Until I choose to die. -
Written Death
In a small town in Scotland they sell books with one blank page.
It all started with a book of poems
To an ex lover.
She wrote and wrote
About all the pain he caused her.
Her last page said
“I HOPE YOU DIE!”
The next day
A dead body was found with a book.
It was him.
He had read every word.
She wished and wished
For one blank page. -
Touched
Sorry for touching.
It was never mine,
Never to be held in my hands,
Never to be seen with my eyes.
It was yours from the beginning,
Not to be enjoyed by anyone but you.
You loved it. You cherished it.
Right?
Wrong, you never even looked at it
Why can’t I treasure it? -
My Poems
Wingless Flight
I am a wingless bird
I wonder how to fly
I hear the angels calling my name
I see the angels welcoming me
I want to fly above the clouds, to reach my angels.
I am a wingless bird
I want to fly like the ( Read more... ) -
Ramen Stand
I am in a fiction course this quarter so we write short stories thought it might be fun to put some online. =)
Ramen Stand
It is raining outside. I hear the pitter on the roof and can see the glass frost up. It must be freezing outside. Guess I won’t be having any more customers for today. I should close up. Cause really who comes to a ramen ( Read more... )
