Day turns to night
some like to fight
if we all just live to die
then why dose every one have to lie?
Lie, Poem, people
#9 of poetry
a poem about critical thinking in regards to the why of life, and all its contradictions.
Poetry, thought
why can't we... or i... do the same?
is it my upbringing that makes me different?
i can't seem to find myself anywhere.
others make it look so easy.
why is it all so hard?
Fantasy, Love, Poem, Poetry, Thought Provoking
why are people so mean?"
his father turned, so that the two fox were now face to face.
"some are born that way; others are taught that way, mostly though, i think it's fear....."
"fear?" randall repeated "they don't seem scared to me!"
Fox, Meaness, Parents, bullying, parable
A brief explanation of why my stories are gone and what happened to me.
hello,
if you don't know me i go by the name muse and for years i have had an on and off again relationship with this site.
Journal
. - because why not
dependent on a demon of sorts, scary thought wait for a chance
as past incidents, & my mentality continue their seemingly endless dance
derived from fear & hesitation
each step is heavily taken, though both move without frustration
Poem, Short Story, slice of life, thought