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Piddling With A Hainted Heart

Piddling: [Intransitive verb] to waste; to dawdle or trifle; to piddle the time away. A euphemism.

Just because she doesn't cry,  Doesn’t mean a thing.  What she’s piddling with  Is a hainted heart. Sometimes tears  Can't cause a river  Deep enough for a woman  To dip her haint of a heart in  --Not when she has lived too long  In such a short time. Wha...

Blood is Thicker Than Water

Slightly fictionalized true event. Names were changed.

Reader discretion advised. The story you are about to read contains language that some readers may find offensive. By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you do not object to reading content that may be considered racial prejudice. Please note tha...

The yearning never endsThe path is fraught with pain The tenderness is goneWhy do they feel no shame Now let us sing out loudNow open up our heartsNow touch the peace withinAnd we shall mend their souls Across the land we soarWith wings of faith and joyTo...

My sweet dear friend

I thought we would be together forever

We were together, for a little while; I think about you, and the way you smiled.We were friends forever, until that night;That dreadful night, you lost your life.When I got the phone call, it was so surreal,I was numb, and shocked could this be real?My be...

I went to the moon tonight And I remembered what you said “When you see another’s face, Think of mine instead.” The sky was black and cold I’m getting a little scared All I wanted was a friend All I wanted was to care I held your hand real tight And I cou...

Nosferatu Immortalis

Bathed in morning’s pure glorious light, go forth and find your peace.

On a cold dark night a figure stood, Pale face shrouded in darkened hood, Statuesque, as though carved from wood; No beauty held the night sky. As pale as soapstone, his damp cold skin, No breath to see nor heartbeat within, A tear rolled down from cheek...

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His lips were the color of shadowed mist His eyes were dark as we kissed His knife was glinting, sorely missed As the bleeding wound from my heart hissed. Like a promise the sun disappeared into night To return once in the morning light When we’d glance w...

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