Runaway Bride
Packing up my white dress I leave behind all bad memories
Running towards you with a promise to create new ones
Obstacles will cease to exist when I am in your arms
Surviving with out you is not a joke for I will die if you are not by my side
Eternity will be ours, now all we need is our unconditional Love.
p r o s e
perfecting the art of weaving words into worlds, as the night
rolls in without noticing the dark; instead continuing to watch words blossom
on the screen as the night wears on and the
sweetened coffee cools. it is only when light not from the screen
enters the room do we look up, from the world of our creation, into reality.
(Prose.)
poetry on my screen, in my mind, racing in and out my brain.
real authors. "real authors," like there can be fake authors?
own your talent, love your talent, but mostly, live your talent.
share what you've made with the world.
every day, write. write! write, write, write like tomorrow's a far-off dream, a maybe.