UrbanTrickster

So much good we associate with light The sign of a warm and loving figure What a bud needs to grow large and healthy Yet we don’t think of the negatives Blindness Shine a light where I feel guilt See me for what I really am No, not a vampire or other demon But someone who fears Someone ugly We hide more than just cruelty in darkness We hide are fears Blind me Reveal what I know to be wrong with myself Bring me to the light See me for what I really am

I sit there waiting for her, the mother who emotionally manipulated me my entire life. I sit waiting because she’s always late and I’m always early. Looking around the restaurant is getting more crowded. Happy families, grandchildren seeing new babies, parents celebrating their child graduating college, a nervous man that nervously fiddles with a ring box as he waits for his girlfriend to show up so he can pop the big question. Yet I sit waiting for a wolf in sheep’s clothing. My mother arrives, skinny and pretty, not like me. She smiles and sits down next to me asking me how I am for all of five seconds before talking abo

Introduction: greetings everyone, let me just say that this is my first movie review, so I’m still trying to find my style, but I hope you like the review, I will try to keep spoilers to a minimum because I was actually really surprised by this movie and I hope you get to be as well if you decided to see it. Title: The gift Genre: Suspense/Thriller (Mystery) Rating R Director: Joel Edgerton Main Actors: Jason Bateman, Rebecca Hall, and Joel Edgerton Synopsis: A young married couple's lives are thrown into a harrowing tailspin when an acquaintance from the husband's past brings mysterious gifts and a horrifying secret to light after mo

 December 2nd I often wonder if I was cursed to have a perfect memory of that day. If it was cruel work of fate, or if God simply hated me and wanted me to remember, on some level it was a blessing, those last memories of my family, but most of the time I just wished them out of my brain. I was twelve years old on that day; my family and I were putting up our Christmas decorations just like we do every year the first weekend in December. My father was getting to old to put the high ordainments on the tree so I was standing on a latter to do them. Dad had always been old, most people thought he was my grandpa instead of my dad, his hair was

Roses are red, Violets are purple, I can’t think of an interesting opening for this challenge, So many ideas, so little time, So here’s opening on a stupid rhyme.