The End? Ami (Gypsie) Offenbacher-Ferris   Is the end truly the end? Or the beginning of something new? And if the end is the beginning of something new, Then is the beginning the true end after all?   Is the true end of all the end…

the lot in life for a writer solitary time savored the attraction lost on others not so infected alone is not lonely my companions the ideas in my head, struggling to make their way to freedom through fingers artfully laying them across blank pages remaining…

The end is not forever It is a pause A momentary breath A blink A dimming of the lights For the next act And you Were there The last time the lights dimmed, my sight went black, and the air about me froze You smiled…

they’re coming she thinks can’t be sure so long since she’s seen light weeks time drips slowly down here collecting into lonesome puddles she will not be saved she thinks the waiting will kill her first she thinks anticipation the dread of uncertainty she can’t…

He beckoned Me, In the end. Time moved slowly When his hand so tenderly Took mine. And the moment, Was so tender, I could not help but wonder If this destruction, This loss of being, Were a dream. But he beckoned And I followed And…

i stand here today thinking we will always be daydreaming of a life for you and me happiness and love thank the good lord above standing beside a king Who knew there’d be a man out there for me. Tomorrow comes and love is on…

How do you know when it’s truly over? How do you deal When the friendship has to end? Wishing you could go back And know you can’t move forward. Dealing or not dealing when you think it has to end. When two people meet And…

Desperation is made of quick breath, and wilted wishes. There is no thing sadder than expiration from emptiness, except dying while alive.