earlier, as asidde.
then went back and fixed it to the proper aside,
but after the effort thought,
what the hell, who gives a ****
so I went back and changed it to asidde.
then realized, all joking aside,
about all the effort and emotion
that it took to just leave things...
Days whose beauty we do not notice until some "event", usually undesired and negative wakes us up and then we realise they were not bad at all after all. Days when in the past I have thought too often "my life is boring". Boring, whatever, I don't care. Days bathed by a sweet...
and moody day
Looking out to see no end
The horizon was smudged
The vast spread to a blurry distance
Knowing it continued beyond my senses
I listened to the soft low roar
The hiss and fade of retreat
Evermore those waves rolled in
I witnessed an occurrence...
Subtle to bright but never wavering
This was me
My own purpose
My own direction
My happiness in the palm of my hand
A simple path illuminated
Lovely white light
And there in the path
A prism of wondrous delight
pulsing life within me
For all those steps I thought to take
I let you hold me back
You whisper slyly in my ear
I feel your breath, warm, yet I shiver
Words of seduction like "don't," "can't"
You bound me tightly, safely, securely
her cheek blurred as salt filled tears fall soaking one spot on her silky blouse that made her a lady. Her neck and chest flushed by the heat of emotion as desperation bellows from her core.
Slouched like a child in a large brown arm chair, she gazes off lost in a familiar...
A clock ticking somewhere
Another moment lost
I can't seem to care
A yawning ache
In the vicinity of the heart
The walls that usually comfort
Press in, suffocate
Magnify the sound of my breath
The beat of my heart
There will be no...
The weary sun this day does not rise
as the earth is rent in twain
by a booming blare spawned from a sickly horn.
Ragged hands wrapped in beads of Rosary
scrape their way up the fleshy earth.
A man near the opened earth, of no religion does he ascribe
who days ago did laugh...
my fiction writing project
Last night I did pretty well. I get ideas for this project in snippets - usually at inconvenient times, like in the shower or driving to work. So as soon as I can while it's fresh in my mind, I scribble it down on a piece of...
This one sweet gift I seek
All the longing I feel
The regrets I contend
Wind themselves round my heart
Blind my eyes
Clutter my mind
Buzz in my ears like angry bees
For this is how they perpetuate
Steal the senses for their own survival
And so the war...
nostalgic as your wordsBled across time to meYears of words filled withWonder and laughterAdoration and aweExcitement and passionLoveMy lips tipped up so many timesThen suddenly my cheeks were wetFrom the memories of youAnd the knowledge I'llNever read words like that from you...
the wonder of it...
The odd texture of certainty
My mind strokes it hesitantly
Aware of its fragility
Before my eyes flash vignettes
We always seek proof...
He's looking into my eyes and laughing
He's enjoying me
There is no hollow ring of falsehood
I feel the...
but my own personal demons to accompany me, and I know there's something wrong. I can feel eyes burning into my back, but there's nothing there. I can hear the footfalls behind me, and the trees looming over me are, for once, not so inviting.
I run faster, fearing what may...
and saw her reflection,Her hopes, dreams, desires, wants, needs.She saw the laughter and love and friendshipAnd passion and adventure and playfulness,Embracing the unknownWith pleasureAnd positivity. He was her mirrorReminding her of what she wanted from life.She wasn't one...
that never was.
she never held my hand talking sweetly as we walked along the woodland trail in spring.
her voice never moved me in a magical way as i felt the warmth of her closeness.
I never looked into her eyes and knew she would be with me forever.........
it's dying..Like a love that seems to endYet, perhaps only fading into dormancy.Just as that tree shall burst forth into lifeon some warm spring day.Perhaps that love also never quite dies,But is lying in quietude, stillness..Waiting to be reignited in some brilliant ray of...
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
in my house and I said to myself "wow! You guys are so cute!!" And the little cuties ran around the house racing and jumping and attacking and biting each other and meowing and purring and sleeping on and under the furniture. The End :)
beginning,When things were new and exciting and fun and easy?When we were first discovering each other,And everything we learned made us want to discover more?I was beautiful.You were handsome.We were each amazing and incredible and unbelievable in each other's eyes.We had such...
Will live a life of crime that not even the law can end. Will spend the rest of our life's in the road,running from this dark world. Our journey will bring a burden to the people who don't want to let reality go but joy to the people who do.Ill show you a life without reality...
tonight these waves are crashing,
we drifted apart
Not broken, but shattered
confused, in the dark.
The stars fall around me
you took a piece of my heart
I'll whisper my sins now
and pray you can hear.
for my love is gone now
for over a year
my silent struggle...
cat.. And this cat came to live in my house and meowed at me and clawed and scratched and bit me and attacked the furniture and chased bees and birds out in the yard till his mouth hung open in the heat and his tongue stuck out and I grabbed him and brought him back inside and...
For starters we have a lot of trouble with my 8 year old son at school. A lot of confrontant authority issues. At home he behaviors rather well. He's no angel but is kind and respectfull...most of the time. Our little boy had his school trip cancelled du to his behaviors. He...
on a sunny afternoon
The ringing laughter
The warmth of wonder
The innocence of simplicity
The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake
Bittersweet kisses in my mind
You take the happiness I would give
The sweetness I would share
The softness I would feel
With an open heart
I just want to be close and hold tight
All you do, is all I need and if it's good for you its good for me, so hold tight
Don't turn away in fear, in this time and in this space, keep us here and hold tight
A tender moment lost in bunches of passionate kisses and light touches...
tell me what you think:
Deep thunder rolled through the hills on the far horizon as the armies of old had nearly a millennia ago. Watching this display of erratic flashes of light slicing through the ash grey clouds and piercing rain was a tall man aged almost 30 and...
christian boy. Always taught to treat women like the princesses they are. He knew he was lucky. Dad was a powerful, imposing man, but he was confident in himself, so much so that he allowed his vulnerability to be seen.
He danced with his little girl at Father Daughter dances...
Alliston leaves her loving home to enjoy the open sea and all its glory, due to certain events she find...
I'm working on my first online book on wattpad, please check it out @ http://www.wattpad.com/story/39925802 .
before winter break for this story contest (I won, though). The theme was to make your own little fairy tale or something similar to that. I just found a copy the other day in my attic, as well as a violin I hadn't seen in ages. So yeah, haha. Excuse the bad grammar and all that...
shadows fall across a barren landscape devoid of hope
scattered shards of broken dreams lay glimmering in the fitful light
my heart rent asunder, it`s contents fall away bleeding into the parched earth
no dreamer wakes this day, no light beckons this weary soul
that catches my attention
bright as stars
Eyes dark as night
Your prescence warms my heart
Makes me forget
Lost in your eyes
There I shall stay
Till you disappear
From my sight