via Feel — Midwest Fantasy Writes

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Among the lilies lay secrets buried long ago beautiful they remain unscathed pure innocent as the day she laid them to rest * ©MidwestFantasy February 2019 via Lilies and Secrets — Midwest Fantasy Writes

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“I still feel you in my heart. And I know, my heart still beats for you.” Maybe, when we are finally beneath the same moon, the cards will change in our favor. Maybe, when the timing is right, we’ll find our way back to one another. And maybe. Just maybe, when we move beyond this […]…

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https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?visual=true&url=https%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F570609396&show_artwork=true&maxwidth=500&maxheight=750&dnt=1 Maybe it would be better if I imagined happiness in objects I have owned for years instead of searching for it as if it were buried treasure or debating whether it is worth the investment as if I hold shares or twiddling my thumbs hoping the cashier won’t id me as if it can…

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via Lonely People — Midwest Fantasy Writes

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Ahh, look at her – there’s something inevitable about her that draws me in; my eyes can’t get enough, I’m addicted she has this quiet, humble confidence and these kind, welcoming eyes; a classic, artful line about her the graceful curve of her shoulder muscles elude to a tranquil strength, her delicate neck and the […]…

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“And sometimes a bond like ours is stronger than blood.” When it comes to the people I care about, I will fight tooth and nail to help them. However I can. I will sacrifice pieces of myself to lift their spirits. Pieces of myself that I shouldn’t give away. Shouldn’t sacrifice. Because I’m already broken. […]…

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This poem is about my daughter, who was born as the surviving twin at 25 weeks , weighing just 1lb 3 oz. She was in the NICU of the Ottawa General Hospital for four months following her birth. It was 2 weeks before I was allowed to hold her. I watched her resuscitated twice from […]…

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…not until i discovered the sparkle of true diamond, did I realize I had been mining coal. © Anthony Gorman 2018 image pixabay: Hans pixabay image: fotshot via your swan sparkle — hands in the garden

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