The Kardomah Kids Last DrinkMy name is unknownThe Kardomah Kids Last Drink by Toydog16r
But they call ne the Kardomah Kid,
And you will find me sitting at the window.
But tonight will be the last time you see me at the saloon.
I have a young mans face and artists hands,
Although in truth, I am over a hundred years of age,
But you might not see me
Because as you watch, you’ll note I’m vanishing away.
This is my family’s tree
My grandfather built this place
At the turning of the Swansea Blitzkrieg.
I have watched many lovers become divorcees
And watched them turn from babe to old
Before the sipping of my final coffee.
The kids still gossip here, though they don’t talk
It’s all Hiddleston and Artic Monkeys on the go,
Same conversation but the names have changed.
Many of my favourites have come and long gone
They left for lifes of desperation or fame, my favourite,
The clown in the moon has his painting on the wall.
Once more gently into the good night,
And all these things that I have dared to see,
And I’ve wa
The meaning of happinessThe doctors asked me what I want to do before I die?The meaning of happiness by Toydog16r
I told them how I wanted to just laugh, cry
And be happy.
They told me “I don’t understand”
And told me that I should fear the death,
And I laughed and ignored each reprimand before
“Then you will never find the meaning of happiness in anything.”
Top of the stairsEvery morning when walking through the front door, my father appears at the top of the stairs and calls why I haven’t asked him for a cup of tea. I reply “because you’re on the night shift” and he tells me he’s not before retreating to the recesses of my mind.Top of the stairs by Toydog16r
Writers blockDream me a place where I can be myself.Writers block by Toydog16r
Where the summer drifts on a warm autumn breeze & the whisper of leaves swells your soul.
Where the rain melts the window pane, laughter echoes down sun lit streets,
And the geese gossip in the school yard instead of the farm.
Where tales grow taller, and old ones become brand new,
Where friends become dearer and enemies become closer and nearer,
The morning conversations melt into last night’s music.
Dream a place and I’ll show you your personal haven.
And I will write it just for you.
Lonely One: Chapter 8 EDITEDThe world seemed more and more foreboding as I trudged down the hallway to the elevator. My suitcase seemed to get heavier as I descended to the first floor. The hotel lobby was deserted.Lonely One: Chapter 8 EDITED by beccaecka
I turned around and was almost trampled by Epona. She was wearing regular street clothes and had a small shoulder bag.
"I'm coming with you."
I gaped at her. "Come again?"
Epona sighed. "I'm coming with you, Nicole." Her face was stone cold. She was serious.
"No you're not," I replied haughtily, before turning around. Before I reached the door, Epona grabbed my suitcase.
"Hey, let go!" I yelled.
"Make me!" Epona yelled back.
We wrestled with the bag until it split open, spilling the contents on to the floor.
"Now look what you've done," I growled. "I don't need you messing up my life more, Epona."
"I don't want to mess up your life," Epona said as