Submissions by descase

She was a train wreck,
all smashed in like a crash test
doing 160 on a straight away
down the road to his heart.
She missed the exit, and rolled
fifteen times head over heal,
trying to pick up the pieces
as it all fell apart.

He was the shoreline,
that sent the tides away
after the water’s clingy hands
reached for his face.
With every heart he broke,
he would also break his own,
and the waves carried the pieces away
in granules
out to sea.

Now, I don’t think that either
is what the other one needs,
but...

When I was little,
I wanted to be a writer.
I would pour my heart out into short stories
of hope meant to build up hearts
instead of tear them down.
The quality of my existence
could be determined through pen strokes,
and plot lines, and character backgrounds.
I wanted to be a world renowned novelist
who wrote stories meant to encourage.
I never thought I’d set my pen down,
but I eventually did.
Fast forward to the day that I do.

I set my pen aside for a chef’s hat,
and a spoon.
I want to run a five-star kitchen
cooking...