And then, somehow, I don’t know why, I tell her everything and cry. She hugs me then, and right away I feel less sad. That’s mother’s way… ~Anonymous, “Mother’s Way,” 1905 Why does it hurt so much when I talk…
Tag: Emotions
INCOMPLETE ME
Now that you are gone I seek search to no avail The place I call home Memories are real How else could I see you both Whenever I like. Gone but not too far By my side in a…
Memories are Precious
Memories linger Snapshots of moments in time I remember you. He is my hero Sentiments of a daughter My dad is the best. Time passes us by Takes away our loved ones Alone we stand. Your empty…
Haiku Of Colours
Red is dangerous Loudly screams murder mayhem Beware of this hue Yellow is sunshine Happiness and joy to all The rays of friendships Green sign of new life Of envy money and growth A curious…
My Favourite Quote
100 Words on Saturday Prompt by Write tribe Choose a quote and write a 100 word post on it. I chose this quote I can shake off everything as I write; my sorrows disappear, my courage is reborn. ― Anne…
Free Writing on Wednesday
WEDNESDAY PROMPT A free write, at least 500 words long. Make sure you don’t use any of the filler words written in bold in the following lines- This stuff is really very good and I am literally rather glad I…
Conditional Love.
Conditional Love for 100 Words on Saturday 100 Words on Saturday 2014 #11 prompt Thank you for your sadistic and conditional love, my love. Thanks for bruising my heart, the wound will heal but the scars will stay, to remind…
A writer writes…
All I have ever wanted to do in life is to write…words spill out of my mind onto the paper of their own accord. I don’t seem to have any control over them or my fingers holding the pen, scribbling…
Running out of words…
Running out of words. This year I decided to go all out and let my creativity ooze out of all my pores. I took the informed and conscious decision to participate in…
Lingering scent
Clothes have a tendency to retain the perfume even after a wash. The gown you had worn to the dance reeks of your Hugo Boss woman perfume, post wash. My son’s school uniforms scream Axe doespray. My Dad’s shirt…
If I forget?
How will I remember you? If I lose my mind, I would hate it, Not knowing you. I don’t want to not remember. What do I do? How can I never forget? If you call my name, and I…