I would just like to share with you my little act of kindness. Please, don’t fill the comments section with things like, “Oh Verity, you are such a lovely person.” Or, “I wish I was as good a human as you.” Comments like that only make me blush, and besides, I know I will get my reward in heaven. Yesterday, I was at the checkout in my local Tesco supermarket. The queue was quite long and the frail old lady in front of me...
An old couple meet at a coffee shop. “Harry! How are you doing?!” “Hilda! I’m doing well.” They hug and Harry pulls Hilda’s seat out for her, removing his hat and putting it on the table. “Can I get you something?” Hilda asks. “Just my usual two cents,” Harry smiles, the love obvious in his eyes. The old woman calls out for two coffees and a slice of bitter lemon cake for both of them. They sit in rapturous conversation,...
The perils of war, are furrowed deep in the memory of many, escape seems unobtainable, within the confines of minds young and old.Those who were lost, are not only those who perished in the conflicts many, but those who were left behind to remember.The perils of war, are furrowed deep, deep inside the recollections of those souls, who came home from battle misplaced.As the battles still rage on, within their dreams.We sen...
There was a lot of hustle and bustle in the corner of the street where the famous door read, ’221b Baker Street.' Of course, it was not the entry or the exit of Sherlock Holmes and his paparazzi. It was the next door. A large parcel was being shifted to the house. The house that lay in the middle of a wide array of flowers and fruits in the yard. People shouted and made much of the occasion. It was Christmas and apparentl...
Amazing memories, never made Thousand stories, left untold Little wishes that died in heart, Of living together growing old Your portrait that I never sketched Reflection of me that wasn't even true Real stories of phantom scars All for you, all for you
What if we change What if we stop being us Will we still want us? When we get old… What if I change What if I can’t smile anymore Will you help me smile? When we get old… What if you change What if you stop loving me Will I still love you? When we get old… What if we’re poor What if we have nothing Will we still have us? When we get old… **** My sweetheart, I love you I always will You make me smile. We will never be poor...
Chapter 10 Mystic Encounter That night I have a dream of a dark-skinned creature walking out of the woods. The creature is at least three times the size of a human, and has wings, hanging on both sides of his body. The wings are huge, so they must be heavy, but they do not look it, maybe because they are transparent, as if made of light-purple glass. It comes closer and I discern a more or less human-looking face with the...
Live or Die I noticed Alex on the last day of her senior year, I knew this would be a life changing day for her, I just had to wait for the events to occur. It was the day they were all waiting for; it had finally come. The last day of high school was among them and they were only 5 minutes away from walking out those doors for the last time as high school students. The clock ticked as each second went by when finally the...
Punch him down to the ground,Kick an old man when he’s down.Yeah, that’s your style, isn’t it?Cowardly bastard.Fight fair and square? You can’t!But you’re getting yours, aren’t you?Sitting black and blue in that hospital bed, it serves you right.See that man you kicked near to death?Yeah, he had friends. Vengeful friends.They did the same to you as you did to him,How does it feel? Are you satisfied?Are you impressed with...
The Love of Death News and stocks constantly changing, but one night more than just a percentage goes down. The old heart of ones love stops beating. Still conscious, increasing feeling of coldness, he mumbles in vowels & driveling. Not knowing what to do, his lover takes him to bed where he continues to shake in pain and agony. The arthritis could be affecting his nerves but it is really his heart that continues to fail....
Wouldn't it be great if all of our pain,could be released like the cork,from a bottle of champagne. Rocketing high, coming to rest on the floor,pressure released, flying away, never to be felt, forever more. A New Year is ready to be ushered in, a past one ready to be archived.Life new, prepared to begin. Release that cork from the bottle, let it fly.Celebrate the coming new year with vigor.Place all pain on the cork, bid...
Lately, I've been looking at my grandpa's face trying to rewind it back to when he was younger; try to picture the face without all the wrinkles and wither. This is the second person I have had to help take care of while they slowly disintegrate and die. I don't feel bad for myself, no...not exactly. That's life after all, and millions of people have to go through with it. That doesnt mean I can't vent about it...it doesn...
This came about for the fact I am slowly restoring an old Ladies frame bicycle a friend gave me so she is my old lady now :)The old lady rides againOld bike new partsNew rider new adventures togetherRide her fast ride her hardThe old lady she rides againNo longer does she wait stuck in a barnrustin awayOut in the light Cold wind heat and rainThe old lady she rides againHer guy on her back He rides her hardHe rides her eas...
I can't get action nowhereI can't get satisfaction nowhereJust rage and hate and shouting and crying,But it won't bring my brother back anyhow.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?The police say it was a gang warThe neighbor says he was with the wrong whoreThe kids on the corner say it was a turf war.I just know I won't see him any more.Why? Tell me why,Why? Why? Why did my brother have to die?He was...
