existence. Its been this way for years. I know im not the only one here. But it sure feels that way. I can talk to people, but its not really talking. Its more like echo location so i dont hit another wall.Ill say hey how are you? And they say oh ok let me move out of your way...
I think what hurts the most ..
Is when you give your all ..
To someone ..
Through thick ..
Through thin ..
Through big ..
Thought small ..
Thought hard ..
Through easy ..
Through the day ..
Through the night ..
You're there for them ..
You stick with them ..
No matter what...
I came out of the milk-house wearing a old coat with strips of bright red material pinned (with big, yellow ducky diaper pins) to the hand-me-down, mismatched buttoned coat. The red is to protect me from deer hunters should I get out near the big woods...
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...
I am here to BLOSSOM
The more ORIGINAL I am, the more BEAUTIFUL I am going to be
Guided me that
I can only be original
Untouched by others perceptions
Very content at the heart
Also warned me that
NEVER COMPARE to others
as real to her
As the loss of a limb
Is to a proud military vet
Her pain, though suffered in silence
Is as excruciating to her
As the death of a child
Is to a loving mother
Her life, though means little to many
Is more precious to her babies
As each of our lives
other see coincidences,
I see you
Since the beginning
Man has known your name
Your stories were told
And retold again
Man is corrupt
This we ALL agree
You are the true comfort
Only some of us can see
So when they go looking
Lord help them see
This happiness I have
Is love from...
for words " feeling
It's an empty feeling...lost...confused.
She's vulnerable... she's emotional... and shes hurting.Shes angry and annoyed...pointless and worthless.Day by day she wants to hide... she's tired of planting that smile on her face just to get through the day. She...
act as if your innocent
Don't try and play ignorant with me
Don't insult my intelligence
Don't get all self righteous
Don't lie to yourself as you have to me
Don't try and control me
Don't con yourself into thinking it's done
Don't forget Two can play this game
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 memories of love looking back all seem poetical grand and Romantically charged
As I'm quit sure they all were
Yet somewhere from there to hear my belief in love has been shattered enough times to leave this permanent stain for which Ive carry around...
I have loved you; it seems, since the beginning of time – so deeply it feels impossible to have begun with my relatively insignificant life. My longing burns when we are apart and consumes when we are together. The more I have of you, the more I want of you, until all that is...
I write, certainly. The problem is that what I write disgusts me. Disgust is not a strong enough word, actually, more like I loathe the words on the page with every fiber of my being.
I look down at a poem I have written and there are a thousand tiny little voices telling me...
shadows fall across a barren landscape devoid of hope
scatter 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
It’s so very odd hearing the people in the room next to me chattering. These strangers speaking as if they were old friends, as if a connection of some odd kind actually existed between them. They chortle and chuckle, smile and smirk, how very odd indeed! They offer up the...
Its something in that is a necessity. Though at some moments it seems much more vital than others. Like an asthmatic having an attack and the air cant break through. Its a lot like that. Lately it's been the only means of keeping sanity. I don't share much. I do wish to...
face him. Her pretty face was regaining its normal look of defiance. She sat on the bed and crossed her legs.
"I didn't tell you to sit", he said quietly.
She began a retort, but looked at his face and thought better of it. Something was there that she hadn't seen before. She...
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...
Shadows danced across the valley as the echo of laughter drifted on the cool autumn breeze.
Just reflections and memories of what would never be again.
A myriad of familiar scents pulled her back into another time.
She stood swaying softly, her eyes closed, breathing them...
The darkness surrounds me.
Where are you?
Hands reaching for you.
Nothing to give...
Nothing but me.
My world is empty without you.
The Mariner's Wife
Each time they met was like the first
Although far from unfamiliar
Beginning a little shy, glancing away, unsure
But soon returning to bold certainty
While away, his dreams were filled with her
The smile, the laughter and the sigh
The memory of her...
But now it's my main interest. One day I wish to write books about things... For now I'm still waiting for inspiration and clarity. I expect the words to flow like a flood when they hit me and I won't stop till I'm finished with my work and what I feel I need to say and express...
How could I ever
begin to explain
the spontaneous laughter
or when the tears fall like rain
What else could you do
but just walk away
when I want to tell you
but there's nothing to say
* so I cry or I laugh with no reason or rhyme
I spend thoughtless silence...
and my possessions.
I shout at them and try to pry their Jaws off...
to no avail.
they just keep coming.
Bystanders all stand watching the scene....
All doing nothing.
I plead with them to call off their dogs.
Who watched them?
Only the birds glanced upon them not knowing what they saw.
On the soft morning air music drifted quietly into the peace of their still place.
Their place, a spot by his river.
Trees stood like still sentinels, surrounding the lovers.
Sunshine, gentle, not...
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...
If you are like me, you want your life to mean something more than an accumulation of days and nights passing in a melancholy blur of mundane tasks that include nothing more meaningful than the biological performance of breathing in and out. If you are like me, you want more, you...
Love on one side, hate on the other, how is that, which to choose..Like a magnet i'm pulled to your negative, always playing the positive fool.Can't do it but I want to win, you make me crazy, putting bullet's through friend's.What's funny to you makes me want to die, so feed me...
An unnatural light hung over the familiar town of Lowur’s Valley. My skin prickled with the strange feeling of a thousand eyes resting upon me. There was not a whisper to be heard, even the blacksmith’s shop was silent, a rare occurrence...
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...
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...
Like many other late night prose, this story ends with me sitting propped up against my headboard illuminated by only the artificial glow of my IPad. However, it began with the glow of a different light.
This day passed along much like all the rest of the days in my world. As I...
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.........
thousand voices all screaming to be heard
Sometimes she wished the world would just be silent
And simply enjoy and appreciate the nuances of a delightful poem.
Simply sit in quietude and absorb the beauty
All the colors spread across the canvas of life
Art, in all it's forms...
if you think that I try to fail
You are mistaken
You are mistaken if you think I want to be like you, or anyone else for that matter.
The truth is my biggest goal in life is to be nothing like my parents.
The truth is I think I already am, but I think I can do better.
It was perfect out; cool and clean, with red and gold leaves.
So perfect, in fact, I brought my book. It's a lovely book. It's a love story of two young lovers who part, go their separate ways, grow old, and meet and fall in love again. I begin to read.
I hear a throat...