Tomorrows promises.


What is future but the very grains of sand

slipping between our fingers. Words we

utter in despair, thoughts we hide to

show we care. The crisp frozen mist I drag

into my lungs giving me life. What is the future

but the very beating of my heart  at the mere

thought of tomorrow’s promised us.

Karen Hayward ©2016

(Image and words)

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Welcome to my blog! Here you will find different forms of creative writing, lots of swearing, erotic poetry, random thoughts, beautiful imagery, but most of all you will find a version of truth. My truth, this is the way that I see the world. However, all of my work is a form of creative writing, a combination of truth and fiction. I write to express my creativity, not my needs!

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