Words Flow…Warm Up

Words flow, freely

Before the fail, miserably

Falling onto the souls

Of the unfortunate.

 

Vipers prey

Sucking the lifeblood of the weak

And the kind.

But life always

Returns the favor…

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About elizaplayer

I am a rock and roll wild child, who spent too many years living the party lifestyle before the winds and rains of Hurricane Katrina began to wash away all the madness, nearly drowning me in the flood waters. I stayed behind in New Orleans for thirteen dark days, floundering around with the pains of addiction and withdrawal. Five years later, I managed to come out clean on the other side, and now it is time to get back to my roots. I am a writer. I have always been a writer. This is the story of a writer, struggling to make it in the real world. I studied Mass Media Communication with a minor in Journalism. I write anything and everything. This is a sample of my work, and a slice of my mind.
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One Response to Words Flow…Warm Up

  1. Barbara says:

    I absolutely love this. Very powerful. I can identify.

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