Shrapnel
"We all carry shrapnel with us. How we choose to live with it determines our path. We can either let it slowly kill us, or let it be a testimony to how we survived."
~ M.J. Buchholtz
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As Free as the Fall
Orange leaves fall.
Romances call.
Asking our hearts to grow strong and tall.
Steaming cups of tea asking us to be...
Lost in the pages of a book, lost and free.
Like the falling leaves of a tree.
Be free, dear friend.
Be free.
~ M.J. Buchholtz
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Planets
We are on two different planets,
Yet...
I think of you every day.
~M.B.
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Worth Dying
I could feel the blood dripping from the hole in my back. The bullet had seared right through my living corpse. I was going to die. Every step I took was another second of my life slipping to the bottom of the hourglass. I did not want to live; but then again, what is worth dying for?
~ M.J. Buchholtz
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Autumn Luxury
The wind blows
The leaves tumble
Mellow scents turn us humble
We layer up in colours of red, brown, and yellow.
We drink out of old cups
Colourful and warm.
All the while the leaves begin to swarm.
Smiles are shared
Cute couples are paired
Old friends ask us how our loves have faired
Leaves are raked
Goodies are baked
Thanksgiving dinners, for our entertainment, are faked.
The wind blows
The leaves tumble
Mellow scents turn us humble.
~ M.J. Buchholtz
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We Bleed
Written words are a cry of the heart, trapped inside a cage. In order to be free, we bleed ink.
YOU ARE READING
A Walk Among Wild Hearts
RandomThis is the collection of my works from the year 2017 from the month of July to December. I am still running through it picking out the little errors. My second collection will be started soon.
