Time passes, regret remains

The beginning of the world continues when the world ends. In other words there is no such thing as eternity or infinity, because they are two identical points in a circular coordinational system. What about us? We are only tiny particles in the vast universe at certain point in time. A lifetime of a fly … Continue reading Time passes, regret remains

Just Breathe

The Cooking Writer

horse two

She sits under the weeping willow,

it’s tears surrounding her in sorrow

She wanted to preserve her heart,

keep it from the pain of loosing another

For now all she can do is just breathe

Her eyes scan the open meadow,

it was secluded, no one to comfort her

She wishes to be happy,

have some kind of deliverance from her broken heart

But for now all she can do is just breathe

Must she sustain this misery?

Can her heart be plentiful again?

Will she find another love?

She slumps to the cold damp earth

There were no tears left,

they had dried up like a summer drought

She tries to just breathe

Suddenly she feels another  presence

She  looks through sadden eyes,

wondering if her prayers have been answered

In the distance she sees something,

is it him or an illusion?

She waits as the figure gets closer

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The Cooking Writer



you don’t know me,

but I wish you did

my heart will be unsatisfied

until I make myself known to you


one simple word,

but I’m unable to speak when I see you

my legs fail to move, they want obey

all I can do is stare


you’re so handsome

your dimples make me smile

our bodies  would fit together like a puzzle

the sound of your voice is like  music to my ears


I know you see me staring,

the want in my eyes does not lie

Do you feel the same?

Do you want me too?


I close my eyes and I see you

we’re arm in arm,

your lips teasing mine

you’re undressing me with your eyes


one simple word I have decided to say

all you can do is turn me away

I put one foot in front of the other

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Postcard from life lately

photo of woman wearing black dress beside horse Photo by Renato Abati on Pexels.com

my love as a million wild horses galloping in the chest,
and the most tender smile every night I lay next to him…

my love has the power of a million thunders in the storm,
and the warmest blanket in his embrace…

my love has the strength of a million tides battering the shores,
and the sweetest lullabies inside a seashell…

my love healed my wounds, and accepted my scars,
he keeps me safe and sound beyond all madness.


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