Melodrama

Prick. That's what it does. It pricks you. Injects you. These are not regular thorns; They are, indeed, curse'd. Each drop of blood...

Some are left behind picking at their sublunary scabs , memories splintered and dusted to fractured frames, mistreated by a...

Stealthily, through the night, she treads; unnoticed by passersby. Teeth sharp as daggers, fur black as night, she hunts, unnoticed...

One calm wave, in a sea so rushed. Two pair of breeze, through leaves they touch. Two ships in the night, set apart, forever adrift...

Craving the desire to travel alone, Trying to reach the finish line without help. The obstacle course presents threats, As the...

"Just Another Mistake, written by David L. Riley Time passes, as it does No labels Hours, years, decades In misery Without her I...

by no design save the natural economy of resonance in a field of pink noise and isotopes of serendipity - bonding to the surface of...

Learning morals from inexperience, As young ones discover the path through mistakes. Understanding life lessons by trial and error,...

There is no gold for the best deeds, Sometimes, a thank you isn’t even present. We commit virtue because it’s right, Not for a very...

Limits are not an option, Battling to complete a mission. Throwing away the cane, As I sprint to the finish line. The curse of...

The moral of the story is never a suspect. But always a conviction. Read tea leaves for the articles. Scrapbook the Fiction.

A stone has a Name that is Itself a Stone. And only one Tongue can speak it. A star is called by what It Is And never answers...

Trying to scream out, but can't make a sound. Tired of being lost, I just want to be found. Tired of anxiety and fighting to live...

I’m still in a world of movement Blurry images pass me by Walks of intention Runs of desperation I sit and watch them pass Wondering...

I stand before you, a single rose in my hand who would’ve knew here we would be three years down the line after I finally gain...