

Another Limerick There once was a slow-driving hearseAnother Limerick by ~Queen-of-Marigold
Whose windows were covered with verse
And the poet inside
Who had tragically died
Thus ensured that the mourners felt worse


Survival - Prologue Risk leaned back in his chair, smiling lazily at the camera, knowing how much his casual attitude in meetings irritated the executives. He was trying to win them over today, but he couldn't let them know that. So he behaved as he usually did, showy and overconfident. Their faces on the monitor were wry, thinking they were in for another punishing hour of his cocky attitude.Survival - Prologue by ~Queen-of-Marigold
'Friends,' he said, though they were certainly no friends of his, 'My project is all but complete.'
A few faces perked up a little - others fell. Opinions about his 'project' were mixed.
'We're ready to release the bacteria. A controlled dose, of course,' he smiled as c


Memo To Myself don't fade away!Memo To Myself by ~Queen-of-Marigold
eat vitamins
walk in the sun
make the time
to take the time
to breathe
and be
the beauty
that surrounds you
recapture your spark!
eat with your hands and
talk to strangers
from the proper angle
every face looks like
an angel's
each moment
bears the makings
of a miracle
have a little faith!
throw caution to the wind
leap without looking
life would lack for love
without a little
falling
find the future
full of feeling
at your fingertips