Rain Falls Through the Roof 

*This is the first draft of a story I am working on for my Fiction Writing class at my University. It has been workshopped and I confused almost the whole class with it. I’m hoping to post the revised copy soon. Yet, in the mentime I really want one person to say, “Hey I think…

Poem: What lies we wish were truth

Every day I wish upon a lie to be a truth, yet in this way I know, as from the start, I’ll never be with you. Empty promised words upon trembling lips in heat will never measure up to empty cold limbs beneath the bedding and the sheets. Alone and cold will be my life…