Hiding
A poem for when you feel like running away and escaping your lives, just to find refuge in your own mind…
A poem for when you feel like running away and escaping your lives, just to find refuge in your own mind…
Flannery Coswell has died two times before. This is her third and final chance at a normal life. She has been to Heaven and Hell. Yet, she will never be normal. She a Hell Spawned Fallen Angel.Lance Alverrons has also died twice; but has always gone to Heaven nonetheless. He is an angel, and has heard of the evil prophecies foretold in legends. He is told that the Child of the Demon will arrive to kill him. What he does not know, is that Flannery is that person.As Demon and Angel begin to fall for each other, tensions arise and pasts are revealed. Ancient prophecies will surface to foretell the apocalypse of the world, and how to end it.…
Just thoughts. I hope they stir the mind…
This is for my best friend, who knows a lot more than I do... just because she's the other half of me…
I got your back. There's no need to feel alone. Someone cares about you more than you know. Thank you, Koyote, for saving my life.…
Fallon Oak and Chase Devons find themselves trapped in a stagnant, looping universe after uncovering the Forbidden Graves of Magic, Death, and Destruction. Both teens are inhabited by one of the three. Even though their alter-egos clash internally, their conscious selves must fight to stay together. But who is the third, destined to bring all ends? As Chase and Fallon race against time, it soon becomes clear to them that they don't have to look to the outside world, but rather, to themselves. Can they stay together, or will their alter-egos tear them apart? And, will they find the third, or will everyone fall under the thrall of the darkness inside of this new universe that the teens have formed?…
It's important not to let criticisms get to you. You have to let them go…
Just some thoughts about how phone calls are now. A free verse poem, phone calls seem to hold extra urgency nowadays…
Something intangible that can't be bought is the most precious thing of all…
A poem I found online. Thanks for reading…
Have you ever wanted to tell someone a secret, but you know you'll regret it as soon as you do?…
How long will we wait to get an answer we've always known?…
Everything's OK, isn't it? That's what I think it should be.…