I LOVE To write,

But never do,

If investigators investigated a crime,

And the cops found my search history,

I would go to jail.

They would ask:

“Oh so your a writer?

Where is the book?”

To which I would reply:

“It’s in my head,

I’m good at procrastinating…”

They would put me in cuffs,

All put me away,

Which is okay.

More time to think of trauma,

To give my characters,

Seasoned with experie...

His love, so pure, so true

He crossed the icy bridge

To obtain the pasta

(Low carb diets are a bitch!)...

For you, my one true love.

I’d cross the longest, scariest bridge

To bring to you, my dear, some pasta...

On Saturday night the Fillapeli family gathered around aunt Margaret’s table and began to eat and conversate; just like any other Saturday night.Everyone knew aunt Margaret always tried to get under someone’s skin. she began with her comments. Sam knowing his aunt he said“ I’m still working at dad’s restaurant, and it pays well” He knew she hated that restaurant and hated hearing about it. After a...

Love is something I ponder often, is it real?

Love can mean many things to many people, but I’m talking heart pounding, unlimited happiness type of love. I burn bridges so I suppose I’ll never know if the kind of love I imagine is real or not. I’ll always continue my search, I thought I’ve loved several times but it turns out it was just life teaching me a lesson. So I’ll sit on my shitty sofa e...

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