would it matter if I cried?
what if …
I walk to the end of the line
stare the truth down
come head to head with they
who are supposed to be –
only me –
shake myself awake
afraid, not afraid
what if I choose to live
where I should have just died
what if you lied
closed my eyes shut
and whispered in my mouth
give it another try.
"A Word of Substance"
Fantasy writer - Bibliophile - Daydreamer
A Dream In The Making
Poetry about Life, Love, Music by Walt Page, The Tennessee Poet
Words are My Wife.
Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.
Becoming the oil and wine in today's society
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Author of suspense novels Sketch, Justice For Belle, Search For Maylee, Aggravated Momentum, and a medley of short stories.
Rants, humor, sarcasm, and a haiku-like substance? It's hard to know what's going to come out of our minds next.
50,000 Monkeys at 50,000 Typewriters Can't Be Wrong
welcome to the virtual library
Words, mostly
Original poetry, commentary, and fiction. All copyrights reserved.
Sharing writing tips, information, and advice.
Life after the Care Farm
Tales + Tails: Novel Writing + Culture + Compassion
