A teacher, a Master's degree holder, a chaser of dreams and of a toddler who calls me "Momma." Writing keeps the insanity at bay, thank goodness for nap time.
A teacher, a Master's degree holder, a chaser of dreams and of a toddler who calls me "Momma." Writing keeps the insanity at bay, thank goodness for nap time.
Every night I wake up under the same crooked tree
The weight of roots
They bend and crack
Crushing bones in crooked me.
Be wary what you do in life
The aura of your hate
Will carry over to the grave
Where you wake from crushing weight.
Forever waking,
Forever breaking,
Never resting, never free.
Yes, be careful who you curse in life
Or you may wake under the tree.
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*This story is actually the 10 sentence writing prompt using a word from a book (I chose fleeting), because I don't have premium access I'm writing it here.
In spite of the city’s attempt at choking out the skyline with ever growing building complexes, the sky was clear and bright that morning. Hurrying home, she hummed the same tune that was blasting out of a nearby SUV and rushed across streets...
I loved you hard, but you let me go
I clung on to you so tightly
Even as you said “goodbye”
You would not escape so lightly.
Hoping, praying you would come back!
Oh, why didn’t you want to stay?
The only thing that has healed the heart
Is time, fading memories away.
Now when I saw you
I did not linger,
No love was left–not even anger
I sometimes forget how easy it was
To say hello to a stranger...