I have writer's block, and this was a sad attempt at beating it. Jack of all trades, master of none. No bees were harmed in the making of this rhyme. Depressions sucks, especially when I cry over little things. But, little things help, too. An original story. All feedback is appreciated. It's dark, and it's weird. I liked it. A short tale in which a young man finds himself in the clutches of a siren under unusual circumstances.
A little after 0100 and it's still 90°F out. While better off then some, I still cant sleep. Two lovers rest after an eventful day. Just another poem. 12-25-18 Adrift among a sea of stars, sleep is near impossible. There's that southern twang in his voice, When he says "yes ma'am"
Waking up is sometimes the best part of the day, and sometimes it is the worst. A simple letter to my best friend right now, my ice pack. Life is a high stake when gambling with Death.