Mad house.

Deep in sadness, sweating in madness, the shit we call love. We can’t escape it, you can’t fake it, just give up. Hopeless surrender from all the pretenders white flag in hand. You think your immune to it. A sickness so viral, it already spread.  If it only ends in heartbreak then why are we risking flipping that coin? It could land wrong, it could end wrong, it could be… beautiful. Let me be that beautiful fool who fawns and falls over you. Let you be the one to, break me into two. If you’ll be my sunrise I’ll be your sunset and though they say love fades the past will stay. Memories of the good days will stay in my soul. I’ll feel it in my bones when I smell the breeze of the summer air or the leaves in autumn reminding me that your not there. The cold winter winds remind me of your warm heart and how I miss it. Through the sadness, the madness, and the pain. Your love will go on passed the tears and the long term fears love is strong. Love is strong.

BY: TARA TURIELLO

The road.

   On foot the wrong route, but we still had our pride. The tall grasses block the view. We made it to the road ahead of the tide that washes the footprints we leave behind. We met a family who was kind and cared.  They fed us and laughed  with us. We danced all night but never said goodbye as we went to lay our heads.
We left in the morning before they knew and began to walk until night.
They woke and wondered where we’ve gone maybe we could’ve been friends for life. Well we’ll never know I gave my life  to the road and I refuse to say goodbye.

                BY:TARA TURIELLO