To trust one with the utmost secrets of a once pure heart,

A sinner among saints,

How the sweet facade of our lingering romance entangled the night stars,

How painful the coaster goodbye as eyes dawned new day,

A mellow blue's gentle death as knowledge swept in,

Unkempt lovers who's words were woven of secrets,

As to drip wax from the candle burning of our existence,

Oh how the times asserted their righteous way,

You deserve better,

Surely the sun shall smile when your name rolls off the valley hills,

And the ocean weep as she dances among the land,

Never to once again see the brilliance of all you were,

Never to once again see the blind faith you stored in me all the days I lied,

For secretive truth is the biggest lie of them all.

Dear Prosers,

You might have noticed I haven't written anything in a while and I just wanted to share with you why. As a writer there is a certain layer of emotional vulnerability required to write good works, and I haven't been able to give you guys that. All my works I share on here are incredibly guarded and therefore weak because I can not bare my soul to the world. If I continue to share in this community I want my works to speak of me both as a writer and as a person, my readers deserve that much, so for now I don't know when or if I will be returning.

Until next time,

Zoelise

The following depicts a note a young girl wrote for her mother after she passed away part way through the journey from a mysterious illness, leaving the girl abandoned in the middle of their trek to reach new land. All the girl had left was in the satchel of her mother, several fruits and some journals which the girl learned to write from studying. The girl having no one to take care of her and being left all alone died four days later from dehydration. She was six years old.

Dere Mom,

I lrnd tu rit I no u r not her tu teech me but that is oka I no u stil luv me I no that u did not want tu leeve me her a lone I sum times get skared at nite wen the wend blows and stikz crak I wish u were her I wish u wold cum bak fur me I luv u a lot mom I theenk I wil sea u suun

Anna

Oh how I long for your touch,

The once again sweet facade of your voice,

Little girl surrounded by a lonesome world,

Death you did not grasp although Sometimes,

I wander,

If it would have been for the better,

So much pain surrounds me,

So much pain for the loss of you,

The loss of air surrounds my lungs,

Gripping life like oil on a summer's grill,

Grief is a monster to those consumed by death,

Yet the jaws of its vindictiveness are much greater,

When the loss is acquired by the living.

Not the little girl I once knew,

Void of blue eyes and innocent smiles,

Crying away the day,

Dreaming of pain in the night,

Sweet water falling down bruised cheeks,

Coating the rivers of ruin,

Surely you must see your reflection,

In the mirrors of your past,

Must long for the joy the content,

The truth and honestly of a beautiful present.

How hearts ache for damned,

Suffering in their own private Hell,

Heat of flames only to burn brighter than,

The spark of unspoken unrelinquished pain,

Grieve attaches to the living in the absence,

Of more living; leaking true death,

Silent tears and no bouquets of flowers,

For the stranger in the bedroom down the hall.

String of thin, fragile silk,

Ensnarl tears of a delicate heart,

Such beauty was woven,

Such mournings were found,

Ye of mellow heart,

Let it your faith be connect to you,

For you are only the product of yourself,

Audacity others consume,

Affect you but they will not,

Effect you,

Stand strong ye of silk webs and weeping.

It wasn't all your fault,

I was a big part of the problem,

The pain; the punishment,

Your solution.

I'm lost; the simple soul you one knew,

I would go back everyday,

And change; change where hurt began,

I'm sorry.

Briannagen Flanders felt a warm slew of angry tears parade down her temple as she cleaned out the last of the drawers in their house. Well it was their house. The moment she caught her husband in the middle of a make out session with his office manager their marriage was over. Their marriage had not been perfect; no marriage ever is, but they were trying. Well at least she was trying. The fire in her heart commited her forgiveness to fall. Did the past 12 years not count for anything? Did the past 4,380 days lead up to nothing but heartache and betrayal? Briannagen felt her heart beating faster faster faster. Her cold fingers slightly shook as the brushed the canvas paper at her fingertips. Their marriage vows.

I Brinnagen Flanders takes Richard Malone to be my wedded husband.

-What was I thinking?

To have and to hold

-Well until you went around withholding information!

From this day forward

-I'm done with you I want a divorce!

For better, For worse

-Obviously worse, I'm a mess because of you!

In sickness and health

-I hope you catch an awful disease then burn in hell

To love and to cherish

-Well until you decided to 'cherish' two women at once!

Till death do us part

-Send me postcards from hell; or don't.

According to God's holy ordinance

-God knew this marriage was doomed the moment he slept with another woman!

And thereto I pledge myself to you

-And yet you couldn't stay pledged to me.