Happy Mask, A poetry book

Information

Status

Hiatus

Year

2023

Author

eddiemee

• I thought that would last.
  Sep 27, 2023
• Dancing Flowers
  Apr 13, 2023
• scattered papers(when he was a girl)
  Apr 12, 2023
• Raining Love
  Mar 16, 2023
• Animals Know What People Don't
  Mar 14, 2023
• Owl Tree
  Mar 14, 2023
• Dancing Serpent
  Mar 14, 2023
• Life On An Edge
  Mar 14, 2023
• Mountains Tears
  Mar 14, 2023
• Feathers Windy Dance
  Mar 14, 2023
• An Animal in Fear
  Mar 14, 2023
• The Death of an Outcast
  Mar 14, 2023

Reviews

Community Reviews(1)

• StevenbreadRoyal Road

  ★★★★★ 5.0

  The red ball sat proudly at the top of the toybox. It had been the last to be played with and anticipated it would be the next as well. The other toys grumbled beneath. At one time each had held the spot of the red ball, but over time they had sunk deeper and deeper into the toy box.
  It's always good to bring a slower friend with you on a hike. If you happen to come across bears, the whole group doesn't have to worry. Only the slowest in the group do. That was the lesson they were about to learn that day.
  It was a good idea. At least, they all thought it was a good idea at the time. Hindsight would reveal that in reality, it was an unbelievably terrible idea, but it would take another week for them to understand that. Right now, at this very moment. they all agreed that it was the perfect course of action for the current situation.
  He had disappointed himself more than anyone else. That wasn't to say that he hadn't disappointed others. The fact was that he had disappointed a lot of people who were close to him. The fact that they were disappointed in him was something that made him even more disappointed in himself. Yet here he was, about to do the exact same things that had caused all the disappointment in the first place because he didn't know what else to do.
  Lori lived her life through the lens of a camera. She never realized this until this very moment as she scrolled through thousands of images on your computer. She could remember the exact moment each photo was taken. She could remember where she had been, what she was thinking as she tried to get the shot, the smells of the surrounding area, and even the emotions that she felt taking the photo, yet she had trouble remembering what she had for breakfast.
  Many people say that life isn't like a bed of roses. I beg to differ. I think that life is quite like a bed of roses. Just like life, a bed of roses looks pretty on the outside, but when you're in it, you find that it is nothing but thorns and pain. I myself