A Tool Engineer died last night from complication of loosing his soulmate and wife. He was 46 Years old, soft-spoken and an obsessive liar according to her. He never looked the part of ...

Slow healing lasting impressions of your pitiful expression no longer do you have my empathy go ahead and keep on scheming

Way up high, on the very top shelf I found a dusty book written about… Its cover was thick and hard as a… Its contents were bound by a small… But, with magic understanding, it…

I was raised a Mexican Catholic, growing up neurotically guilty in the cobblestoned streets of Aqu… a mining city of Ore but a vibrant… and brick stoned colorful churches…

Tu camino ha tomado un nuevo rumbo, te has ido con tu sonrisa, tus poesías, tu fortaleza y tu pasión me inspiraron y sin embargo seguiremos recordándote cuando montabas tus galantes cab...

silence can be beautiful there can be so much meaning and emotion in words unspoken...

He walks the beach Looking into the ocean A sadness creeps across his face. Thoughts of years gone by Without memory of them are brought…

Up the lane where the hedgerows gr… the flowers are small and white an… Where the birds nest in thickets the air is dry and hot but mellow My bicycle whisks me by

I’m not thinking anymore. Not thinking. Not remembering. Not planning. Not giving.

‘Marrooned …the…sandman…was…easy… Th e Eas ter Bu nny wa s Ne X’d… Tune in, little dude, tune in, tin… to hear the argument, while they a…

“Believe" said the Angel as she cradled the head of the man who slept Dreaming of his wife and marriage. “Believe” said the Angel