LOST

Lost in the rain.

Beaten down.

Alone.

Tired.

Wet.

Ready to give up.

On life.

On the world.

Ready for my last breath.

Then the unexpected happens.

The sun comes out.

The birds begin to chirp.

A wet breeze hits my face.

I look up to the sun.

I don’t feel alone.

I feel alive.

I’m happy I’d waited.

Waited for time to pass.

For time to heal old wounds.

I’m ready to face the day.

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

To be or not to be a writer.
This has been the hardest question for me.
Should I continue with my pursuit?
Or step away and claim defeat?
One book written.
One book sold.
It dances around on Amazon and Nook.
It reaches new heights in its niche
And then it slowly bows its head in silence.
The highs feel good and lofty,
While the lows feel depressing and sad.
Is it worth it? 
Is it worth the aggravation?
I am told that a writer must keep writing.
More books to dance around.
More highs and lows.
Should I keep doing this?
Will I keep doing this? 
Yes, for now
As I wait for the next high. 

TAUNT ME, TEASE ME

yasislas

Hotdogssss 6/?

Hit me.

Strike me.

I will not fall.

Tease me.

Taunt me.

I will not give up.

Leave me.

Haunt me.

I will go on.