A modern-day rhyme
I miss coming up for air (a freestyle)
There's a dim dot glowing...
Narcissism. Longing. Unrequited love.
I hate him. I hate me. The end.
Aging like oak and bitter like stout
Thanksgiving slightly drunken freestyle
A micro-story in under ten words.
Hope is a dead star
People always have the wrong expectations of people they never give a chance to know. And yet we carry that burden.
What a waste of precious months with you, writing for what, for whom? The fall of pride vs ego.
Hope is a fragile thing
An apple a day keeps me starving
This is not my best writing, but it comes from a real place of fear as I battle depression and suicidal tendencies. Trigger warning.
I am a wasteland
We've been lost on the same road Making circles back again We've been chasing all the ghost Who will destroy us in the end Along the way we have passed Pretending each were a friend How long can we last Avoiding roads full of sin What test do we pass Where does the road to … Continue reading Chasing Ghosts
Always alone, what else do we know? We have grown accustomed to loom Universally we stand connected By lines to each other's doom How erroneous to accept The progress of dreaming, The TV is on, my computer is streaming All the world is aglow... © Delia Ross. 2010