Tag: grief
The Sensations Of Melancholy
“I may have the same pairs, but I know the difference between each one,” she had said with a bright smile. There were black ripped jeans skittering the light gray carpet. Only she would know if they were clean or dirty. I stood in the doorway to Dani’s room with a box pre-taped. I looked ...- CreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsPoetryMemoir & AutobiographiesHome & GardenEntertainment
Ode To Pets
Out of the blue You became my life Small and meek You crawled into my heart Born into innocence You became my world Soft fur to match your personality To match your tender eyes The sparkling light in your eyes Eager for love and kisses You never ceased to amaze me To show how deep ... Judas In Disguise, Part One
**Trigger warnings:** Themes of Depression, Death/Loss, Grief Violent Content, Mental illness. Reader Discretion is Advised *** Sorrowful Beginning A cold chill greeted the air of a suburban neighborhood, kissing and stroking the faces of any residents that dared to come outside and brave the snow. This neighborhood resided in the town of Flagstaff, Arizona, and ...- TravelCreativityParenting & FamilySelf-Help & RelationshipsFictionMemoir & AutobiographiesEntertainmentLifestyle
Broken Promises – Part Four
Read Parts One – Three While the guys were down in the man-cave playing pool over bottles of beer, Nicki poured out her heart to Annie, who sat and listened. Nicki told her how conflicted she felt, fighting with her head over her heart. It felt good for Nicki to air her thoughts out loud. ... Are You Living Your Dash?
I think about my loved ones who have passed very often, but there different times throughout the year that I do a great deal of reflecting as I believe that it does for anyone that experiences such a loss. I am reminded of a poem called The Dash by Linda Ellis. There are many parts ...The Sound of the Past
It was not the song itself that made me cry, but it was the memories that played out within my mind that left my cheeks damp. Even after I stopped the song – and the record ceased to spin, I could still hear the giggles of the past. I squeezed the pashmina draped around my ...Winter Spring
The woods sleep with snow My ears listen for spring birds, My eyes long for you As I sit by the window Wishing you could come againIt Had To Be His Halo
I left for hell in a handcart. I waved goodbye, wished them well. I vowed a postcard from the fiery pits, signed by vagabond, me. On my way to the ground, I stopped at a pub crawl. Somehow this place led me to heaven. I was one over the eight when I stumbled outside. ...Chapter 2 : If You Weren’t A Pirate, I’d Still Have My Head
You can read chapter one of the story here. People always said that when you die you finally feel at peace. You are no longer bound by your obligations in the mortal realm. Can those people tell me why I still have a headache, and my neck still hurts? I just got executed. Where is ...










