The Drama-Free Club

°°°°°°•°°°°°°°°••••••°°°°°°•••••••°°°°°°°°•••••• She struts through the day like cakewalk, But only the night knows her well, The day's a tunnel vision,  She's the life of the party, A tower of strength, Súper mujer! Only the night knows her truth, Mamma Mia!  Daytime shenanigans,  Obeisance of the night,  Knees  cuddled up to her chest, Smiles smothered in teardrops, Sipping bitter wine, Clutching musty cigarettes, Ugly cries, Truth conquers lies,  The skeletons  come out of her closet, Ain't no laughter for her puppet show,  Every heart knows its sorrow, Things aren't always as they seem, She smiles above the pain, A warrior at daylight, but Only the night knows her well! Annette Kinglock-Murray ©2022 All Rights Reserved Things don't always appear as they seem quotes “Things are not always what they seem; the first appearance deceives many; the intelligence of a few perceives what has been carefully hidden.”―  Phaedrus “All that glisters is...

  "A friend today, could be an enemy tomorrow". A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you.  Elbert Hubbard The truth is, everyone is going to hurt you. You just got to find the ones worth suffering for.  Bob Marley. Friendship is the hardest thing in the world to explain. It's not something you learn in school. But if you haven't learned the meaning of friendship, you haven't learned anything.  Muhammad Ali I've witnessed the fall of a friendship recently, and when they spilled the beans things got ugly. They both said things they shouldn't have said, and the big question was. Were they ever friends? Many of us have either broken off friendships or witnessed other people who were no longer friends disclose things they've vowed to keep amongst themselves.  Should we tell our friends everything? If yes, what are your reasons for doing so? If not, what's your reason for not telling your friends everything? In forging friendships ...

  Poem about feeling empty, broken, and alone inside.   Happiness never lingers here, Sheer joy and peace a chasm, As if I wasn't made to feel, The rapture of loving arms consoling me, Or the pitiful pleas of this world, Being so empty and broken without me. As if I wasn't made to feel, The bounties of endless love, Soothing this bleeding heart within me, As if I wasn't made to feel, Loved by those I've truly loved, With every fiber of my being. As if I wasn't made to feel,  Truth in the eyes of someone, Who's longing to come home to me, It's never a haven, If emptiness and sorrow dwells there,  These broken pieces of mine,  Are all I'm left to feel. Annette Kinglock-Murray  All Rights Reserved  © 2022 Read more poems: The pain of loneliness