Some FamiliesSome families don’t agree,Some families don’t mingle,Some families are just too different,And if I had a million dollars,I'd run away to another place.Maybe then they'll understand thatIt’s okay to not agree,It’s okay to not mingle,It’s okay to be this different,And maybe with time,They’ll come to understand,Why I prefer to love them from afar.
Chapter 2: Silent Intruder"The trouble with most people is that they think with their hopes or fears or wishes rather than with their minds."- WilLeom DurantStepping lightly along the worn wooden floors beneath her frail toes; she curled her wispy fingers around the banister. She slowly drifting upwards towards the scent she was hunting, careful not to touch the delicate boards that might creak in their age giving her presence away. Reaching the top, she twirled like a twisted ballerina in her excitement. With a hint of a smile she wafted darkly towards the door on her left; one of many that lined the hallway. Pressing herself against it, she could smell her prey,
Chapter 1: A Fresh Start“No river can return to its source, yet all rivers must have a beginning”- Native American ProverbSlipping through the cold, black night, the young man adjusted the rucksack’s thin straps and picked up his pace. Arriving at a small cottage in the middle of the woods, he rapped softly on the hard wooden door. With a creak the door opened slowly and an elderly woman stepped out, “We must hurry, there isn’t much time, did you bring it?”Patting the rucksack behind him, the young man nodded, as the woman gave simple instructions, “Good, keep it covered up, it’s quite chilly tonight.”The two set
If God ExistI have troubleSeeing andbelieving if God exists.My body bendsAnd popsIt creaks, it moans.It Horrifies someby doing thingsthat no other bodyShould.My body hurtsAnd achesIt screams itgroans.There are things That ails us all thatShouldn't.Yet I move onWith anotherSnap, crackle,pop.I'm not a freakNor aCirque du Solielartist.There are trials and pitfalls that other's don'tHave.I shouldn't have to sufferI shouldn't have to seeMy husband in tears overme.I'm only humanSo I'm sure He'll Understand, Why IQuestion.If I have a little troubleThat in a just worldIf God exis
My Dearest WoobieYou're surgery was Quite the success! I've learned my lesson well. My silly, sister egged me on to clip your knotted scallop. Mangling your precious holes, you unraveled before my very eyes! Dying at my feet, you laid once whole, now two halves remain. My mother's hands saved you, (of course, with my added supply of tears and sniffles). So, whole again, repaired and recovered, We dash out to the forest, My dearest Woobie, For our next escapade!
These Hazel EyesDeep within These hazel eyes, A child's smile, A gentle at heart.Deep within These hazel eyes, A flame burns bright For you to see meDeep within These hazel eyes, I'm only human Can't all be forgiven?Deep within These hazel eyes, You gaze beyond And never seeDeep within These hazel eyes, A new spark burns A new love growsDeep within These hazel eyes, Mother, father, Your time is up. For,Deep within These hazel eyes, My new life begins Just me and him.
PrincessSoft white fur specked with chocolate just where it countsRegal blue eyes tell all who truly owns this house.She struts like a princess carefully examining every room she entersPrimping and preening her coat, should a piece fall out of place.Whining if her food dish is not filled high enough,Or if the lowly pauper should wander too close;With a burst of energy, she dashes here and there.Stopping just short ~ should another eye catch her at playTilting her head, graciously reminding all,'Princesses don't play, we here to be admired'Finding her favorite place to relax, She'll turn to jump onto the bedBut alas, even princ
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