Creative Writing

I see Picasso loving his women separately

The essence and the depth of my love. Conditioned by the shine in your eyes

Ever so often I look for you. Lost in my subconscious, I long for you

I am almost sick of trying. Stuck in this place, a tiny space. My mental is broken

The fisherman went to the sea, he did, to the sea he did, did he

You cast a spell. Wake me up from it please, Is this heaven. Or hell?

Somber Parting: There are so many people I miss, especially my wife, and the very exciting things we used to do…

My heart aches, I'm yearning. Life's simple mistakes, I'm burning. Inside

Darlene Quinn is an international award-winning author and speaker from Long Beach, California

Sipping rose petal tea to go with my tattoo, my heart meridian, my right breast