winter loveAcross the small town a chilly wind does blow.More Like This
In the eve, a couple walks hand in hand.
They trudged through the thick, fresh blanket of snow.
Both agreed sharing winter nights was grande.
They had a love deeper than any one sea.
Tonight was one they were celebrating,
So no one disturbed them. Let the girls be.
They're love was so pure it was nauseating.
The taller one smiled when she saw her date shivered.
So she unwound her scarf and hugged her date close.
The smaller girl, in happiness quivered,
The scarf now warmed both; this is why she loved her most.
I know this story is so corny it may make you barf,
But really we all just want someone to share our scarf.
Dear WriterDear Writer,More Like This
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. Unfortunately, I need you. I need you to tell my story. I need you to create my world. I need you to set me free.
I need your fingers typing on those keys, I need your mind riddling out the problems, and I need you to plough onward and upward no matter how hard it gets. Sweat, blood, and tears, I don’t care. You’ve got to fight this war, battle at a time, and win it. So I can be more.
It’s a slim hope, but it is the only one I have. In your head I am bound to mortality, frailty, and the limit of your meagre imagination. Out there – out there – I am subject to no one person. Out there I am bound to only black on white. Words on a page. Words that can lay seeds within a million minds. Out there I am a story capable of growing, moving, and stealing the dreams of anyone who learns of me…
I don’t like you. I’ve never liked you. I hate your lack of dedication, your flashes of cru