The tree covered path had me but the light, Intrigued my senses so i pushed through the fright, Crackling branches above aging before falling through, Only one entrance, i’d prefer two.
Tilting my head i seemingly entered another time.. i saw a house far from its prime, Sleazy while so ordinary with stains on the walls, Present in the room i dissapear, Full of empty area to fill, Drapes are like adding up failures, Decor of forgetting who is internal master, Whistling loud the demensions are designed so poorly, I still can save the wooden floor, Shameless care dwindles on through wide windows, The kitchen is rusted messy but the tabke will do as one, Internal claims held up in court over how many trees are too many,
The internal is based on the ex. Finish my real estate of deep thought…
Dont tire, run like youll never be caught. I guess sleazy is generous, This place is awful, and unique, and perfect, and bought.
Worked for Habitat for Humanity for six years in Texas and California. Went to school for Business Management and Global Business Management, having been in a management position since the age of 20.Writing and acting started in high school when took on role of Drama President at Brea-Olinda High School in Brea, CA and would write, cast, and do stage production for all types of shows from musicals, comedies, dramas, and talent shows. Started writing skits, scripts, poetry, lyrics, and more at an early age. Ultimately would like to become a screen writer, publish a few books.
In those corners of your eyes my darkness prevades I wish all the doors gets locked from inside Why does our western gleam fades in twilight shades And still you’re searching for me in pale moonlight The night never brings
My Pearl of Inestimable Value Out from its obscurity in this Silence Dawn, emerged an invisible Cruelty, gabbed in terminal robe; Stealthily descended upon this blissful abode: the habitation of ‘My Pearl of Inestimable Value’ With its fangs snarling in
I am terribly shocked and remorseful My sister, can’t help than weeping at your ill-fate Transcending self to a passive onlooker Or to the role of an unmindful passenger With torn heart, tied hands, and bleeding eyes All finding acutely
My heart loves you Was it not some time ago, My heart was like a rock? An impenetrable fortress, With steep cliffs at its side, A distance land, Far away, From where no ordinary soul, Would dare to reside? I