It seems that the older we get, the harder we find it to take those little precious moments out of life and do things that truly bring us an immense amount of joy - pleasure, if you will. While I completely understand and know that we can't be a child again 24/7, I feel that… Continue reading What’s Your Pleasure?
I was born in 1982 and can remember most of the 80's as well as into the 90's. Growing up was a bit bittersweet. I started learning about how people can let you down. How some people that you thought were your friends one day could turn around the next and tell you that you… Continue reading Your Old Buddy Ernest.
Fight, or fighting, can mean different things for different people. It does boil down to some sort of struggle. The question must be asked, "Why we fight?" For myself, I have been struggling with something for a very long time - almost as long as I've been alive. It's not been always that way because… Continue reading Why We Fight
As you get older, there are certain moments from your youth that you reflect upon and revisit. Those moments that truly stuck with you. Words that have been said and certain events that took place. I think quite often about time that has long since passed. I remember the things and lessons that people taught me.… Continue reading I Remember…
Today's Daily Prompt Live to Eat asks, "How far I would travel for the best meal of my life? As the first sentence says, some people eat to live and others live to eat. It really depends on my mood. I, admittedly, do a lot of tasks by how I'm feeling. If I'm deep into… Continue reading Shirley’s Soup
Memories from the past, Seeping into my mind. A time long since passed, Desires that were declined. Shiny objects and pretty things Often asked by others my age. Waiting to see what Santa brings, Only wanting her pain to assuage. At the start of autumn long ago, My letter was written - my… Continue reading Christmas Letter
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fDFmRETqKTs Duckie Watching the boy across the gym, Dancing - making my way to him. His dirty shoes and pompadour hair. We'd make quite the dancing pair. What a prom it would be with him. © Susan Reed I never get bored of "Pretty in Pink" and would totally love to… Continue reading Duckie
Good morning, everyone! Normally, after I've finished creating a piece of poetry, I'll post it up here for you to read without anything said beforehand. Not so much today. I wanted to throw you guys out some warnings. This particular post is in response to the #DearDepression tag that was written to encourage awareness for… Continue reading The Graveyard
Swings Sneakers dug into dirt Let go, fly high Taking this moment to revert - Swinging to and fro. Eyes closed, nostrils flared Higher and higher, I persist Leaving all behind, though scared… Cold metal chains, firm in fist Maintain my flow, nearly hypnotic… Decades have passed, but I survive Revisiting a… Continue reading Swings | All Grown Up
The Walk Matching step for step Fingers wrapped in mine Red hair flowing - Result of what love designed. The same concrete My feet walked Never thought I'd repeat - My heart unlocked. Holding her hand tight, I never want to let go. Hasty - time takes flight And soon she… Continue reading The Walk