This piece is part of my 'Waterfall of words' series. I wrote this 3 years ago and its original title is; 'Poppy Cock'.I used to write stuff like this with DUP user Skyra when the site was still up....

As I move on  from my haunting past, I learn to breathe again.   From thoughts of suicide and the horrid escalation to attempting it, I survived.   November, 2018 was the worst month of my life, devastating it is to almost die.   Liberating it was afterwards, when I spent months...

Upon this page of poetry….We write with hopeful hearts our songs,because it helps us right life’s wrongsand sets bound spirits soaring free,upon this page of poetry.It takes all kinds, in every form …there’s really no accepted norm,to spill life’s...

Engulfing me in its black cloud,candles nowhere near to force the night to withdraw.Not like I would want it to,I welcome the dark of night,I condemn the light of day,where no horizon high enough could the daystar sink beneathso rapidly, as...

     This sooty-faced angel who visited me in childhood, possessed no angelic wings...        Touched once by the black angel of my childhood, this person was someone I trusted, someone I loved (but no more), and someone who...