There is death inside of me, a cruel stench that overwhelms, there is no escape from the darkness I see, no way to guide this ship by its helm.
Another writer falls to their death, a silent bow is taken, by those who notice, many pass through unaware of those who wept, focused on their own writing bliss.
You could see she was lonely, no one wanted to spend time with her, it wasn't that she was nasty, at times, but her breath could chill the warmest of hearts.
My heart has been tattoed, Not like that of the ones on my skin, The words, written are not to be viewed, They show my demise like the French would say, fin.
O Death, I can feel you close to me, I know you are near, I can feel the hairs on my neck stand if only I had a deeper vision you would be who I see.
Hey guys, hope you have all been well and creating good content. Work has gotten me falling asleep a lot. I have been getting home and passing out on the couch, working six days have been fun!!!
I am trying to increase my vocabulary, they say the best way is to read the dictionary, I tried to do this but only got as far as Aardvark, I can tell you right now reading that book is no walk in the park.
To the east of my life, I find my ever-loving wife, A woman that has stood the strands of time, Loving me is really a crime. The battles I bring on a daily basis, all the pain, hurt, sorrow and angry faces, concealing those worries that may come, she does her best to be a wife and a mum.
So WordPress has it that I have published 99 posts so this would make the 100th. Yay for me right? So there I was perusing some of the blogs that flooded my reading screen and I came upon this post by Claudia Blood. She suggested maybe I try answering them, so I will. Enjoy these absolutely random questions and answers and if you want to do them yourself please go ahead.