Angels In The Air

i come from the swing set of the summer night my dad and I talked about angels. every push sending me higher
Cherry

End of days 8

A serial of 200-word chapters about a man who thinks he leads a holy army at the end of the world. Who's right - him or the hospital?
Cherry

WHITE ROSE (I.P.)

The yellow sun candescent Illumes a church crowned hill, A white clad bride approaches She shines yet brighter still. She glides into the churchyard Passed graves in ordered rows,

"a peace ruby"

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Friendship lost to hardship

We used to sit there on cold mornings when the grass was crisp with frost, and you'd tell me the your bum had gone numb, we'd sit there on the hotest days just sunning ourselfs

Nature's sorrow

Tiny creatures stop at my feet Marvelling at my majesty Brief sparks of life Instants measured against mine I towered above this land Before the first of their kind Walked this fertile earth

pearl

love

THIRSTY

Im dying for a drink of water......

The Golden Book Of Lies

. .Today I'm pretty, successful, smart. Tomorrow, maybe fat, not witty... A tart. Some months ago I have left behind a pregnancy and people too blind.

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