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...
How can I not help expressing these thoughts of mine. Those that write are constantly thinking and sharing. The ability to express your thoughts freely on paper or in the cyber world is a great gift. I say, do this responsibly with prudence and great care. Be genuine and show...
I don't understand why I deprive myself of writing ,I love it so much! It's about the only time I can TRUELY say whatever the hell I want. Tonight, I wrote a story about myself. It was more like a conversation story between my brain, my heart, and my soul. It was pretty deep. My...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
and my eyes.
They do not see.
My limbs are heavy. My mouth, dry. I feel the soft grass benethe my fingers. Dew wetting my hands.
The physical can be ignored. Replaced. Endured.
The mental, the emotional pain, that destroys me.
My back arches. I grip the grass on...
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...
The darkness surrounds me.
Where are you?
Hands reaching for you.
Nothing to give...
Nothing but me.
My world is empty without you.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
so long now
That I forget what it feels like to feel good
All the things that I used to love
Have become all the things that I should
Beginnings always have a sweetness to them
Oh and a taste that'll leave you hanging
Always waiting always wanting
Forever chasing dragons....
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...
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...
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...
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...
Christmas memories. Thought Id share.
My mother was a very conflicted person. she would fluctuate between episodes of blind rage and violence, and incredible compassion.
She would take me to bring gifts to poorer than us kids, (mind you, we really didnt have much). She would...
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...
I use writing as my stress relief. I write poems according to how I fell especially when I'm upset about something. It's how I get stuff off my chest that I can't say out loud. It's easier for me to lay my feelings on paper then it is for me to speak them. Honestly I think that's...