#FoDiByLi Creative Writing
I would rather it were science-fiction, Than painfully, profound reality. I cannot believe that the world if free, When Poverty, seems like an addiction. Living from one pay-check to the next one, Is a societal sickness. Disagree? When Rent over Food is necessity. How can one plan for what is to come? Recklessly destroyed resources... Continue Reading →
Your words poison my heart and mind. You give no thought to what you say; Solace in meaning hard to find. For that which I regret I pray. Your words poison my heart, Just as they did back then. Love was neither the start; Nor predictable end. Your words poison Everything! They are noise in... Continue Reading →
Temptation is there If I asked, what would happen Ruined illusion
Feeling as though I can’t be seen I am walked through like a doorway I live a life that has not been Of my life I am a stow-away. Feeling as though I can’t Make any more mistakes A truth I can’t recant Too fast to hit the brakes. Feeling as though My mind is... Continue Reading →
This was the day on which my mother died. On this day, I learned the meaning of pain And though time has passed, this hurt will remain Long after the tears that have fallen dried. I have forgotten, but I cannot hide From truth, anymore than I can from shame. I have lost the one... Continue Reading →
Am I moving forward, or not? This question is hard to answer I thought I knew, but I forgot Indecision feeds like cancer. Am I moving forward? Have I been left behind? Must I travel towards, A goal I’ll never find. Am I moving, Or standing still? Disapproving; An iron will. Am I Left here... Continue Reading →
Haiku by design; Five-seven-five structure makes Perfect poetry.
I would rather it were science-fiction, Than painfully, profound reality. I cannot believe that the world if free, When Poverty, seems like an addiction. Living from one pay-check to the next one, Is a societal sickness. Disagree? When Rent over Food is necessity. How can one plan for what is to come? Recklessly destroyed resources... Continue Reading →
When Winter’s whisper Becomes Winter’s shout: Beware, Her Relentless Wrath.
