

Brussel SproutsBrussel sprouts So squishy squirmy in the mouth Good for you they say I’ll take broccoli over brussels any day. Tiny, tyrannical cabbages After which my mournful mouth needs bandages. Slipping, sliding down a slimed up throat To my terrified tummy’s moat. Another serving? I think not! These things that make taste buds rot And look like rotten, repulsive tea dregs Are being fed to the dog, tail tucked between legs.Brussel Sprouts
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What Forgiveness ForgotOnce a life begins to rot memory remembers what it forgot.What Forgiveness Forgot
Pain surrendered to something real
and fear unafraid to say it can feel.
Life captured within a single frame
and death relayed within the same.
Love bursts forth like gardens in bloom
and enemies dance to a different tune.
Once a life begins to rot
Forgiveness recalls what it was taught.


Goodbye is Never the Last Word"You're so stupid! What were you thinking? Have you lost it completely?" Yes. And no. We were amazing, weren't we? Two souls so completely immersed in just each other. "Yeah, that's what you thought. But he lied - just like all the rest. And you believed him." Yes. Yes. A thousand times - Yes! And please say it isn't so. Didn't you feel the power, the intensity? Perfection, glimpsed through a mirror in your eyes. "It was just a dream. Time to grow up now; You have tGoodbye is Never the Last Word


Even If It Hurts"Do you remember what I told you the day we had our first fight?" She spoke low and soft.Even If It Hurts
"That was a long time ago." His eyes avoided hers, fearful of finding rejection there.
"It hasn't changed, and it never will," she held her hand out, palm up. "I'm always going to be here, whether you take me or not."
He stared at her hand, unwilling - and desperate - to believe. "Why?"
She chuckled. "Because I love you. It doesn't take a genius to figure that out. Just take my hand, you can be safe with me."
He looked at her then, through a sheen of unshed tears. "I'm only going to hurt yo