somewhere before a peak
and an end
that never comes.
And down the road
where the flowers smell
like sweet stout on the streetcurb
a madman warns the world;
some things are too frail
some things are too light
maybe I write too much... maybe there's no maybe about it. ?
I miss the town I used to live in in my youth...
I used to miss my youth..
I have complaints that I can never express to anyone...
emotional pain that's indirectly self inflicted..
I am intolerant...
when minds can think infinitely.
But I don't need your mind to be infinite, it can be simple in form of expression but complex in feeling. Complex in what you feel and simple in your touch. Simple enough to let the complexities surge through my skin when we touch.
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
seems to notice.
Cracks are starting to show
and numbers are beginning to fail.
I lost something somewhere
but im still not sure
what it was.
All i know is what i remember,
and that somewhere close
i have left a trail
for myself to follow.
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...
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...
remnants of things remain... spoken, felt... yet much left unsaid, she tries in vain to understand, to make sense of it all... something... but her thoughts continue... muddied... and her words have little voice of their own...
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...
With a beginning, middle, and end. Usually it's missing a timeline, but not this one.
Now if I can keep my adult-onset ADD in check...and summon up the self-discipline to actually *work on it* and *finish* it....this could be cool!
with a kiss
I want to run my hands down your back and grab your hips
Can I feel the rise and fall of you
Building, give in to me, i want all of you
Come let me smear my pink lipstick there
Let me touch you there. Pink kisses there.
Wrap my legs in yours and feel the embrace...
and drifting in a lake of soft white
Moonlight shafts through the window
A hazy beam across our blanket of dark
Eyes glittering in shadows shifting
A kiss spun out til time slows
I feel your weight
Offer and welcome
Hands skimming over silk
since I've written anything I actually had some feeling behind. Too often I let life destroy the little sense of emotion I have left. Taught that emotions make you weak and that crying is forbidden. Taught that you have to put on a strong front because the world doesn't give a...
She stands before me in plain sight. Who I see is not who they say. Almost like we stare in a different way.
Who they see, A girl with hair of gold and sapphire looking back at them sweetly. A strong, confident caring soul.
Who I see, A meak ugly undeserving soul, whom hides...
The echoes of a life that could have been
Drifting on the air
Fading to obscurity
The gray mist of longing hovers over me
A sad friend
The hush is peaceful but lonely
Where are you?
Why are you afraid?
How could you not know me?
for answer's I guess everything happens for reasons. Do you wish you could start over? To bad you get only one chance. Like a rocket ready to explode this is a unlit fuse with a string so long. Clinging on to hope we'll where's the hope? I guess we can't all get what we want.
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...
Drifting in an ocean of pain
Trying to relax, float
Focusing on the stars
Rather than the nothingness
The softness of the water
Rather than the lack of a shore
A diet of wishes, hopes, and dreams
The menu of optimism
You call it possibility
To make it more real
since I was a boy. Only recently (2013) have I published anything for the general public. My series is called 'Detective Kids'. It originally came to me back in 2000 and I have been building on it ever since. It is both in paperback and ebook.
into the deepest part of me. I can't tell if he likes what he sees or if I should be ashamed of myself. Why do I have to hide? Why must I have to lie...to everyone. I'll spare a hundred hearts to break mine a hundred times.
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...
If you do not write of things from deep within your own heart, your mind and your soul,
What’s the use of churning out so many words?
Unless you got lost on purpose
Would you have ever gotten this far?
There's no way
We can't hold it back ~
Why, then, do...
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...
on sunny day
In the middle of a noisy downtown
The hustle and bustle
The color of humanity
For one most accustomed to quiet
A different kind of life
The head tips back
Looking up, and up
The feats of man
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
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...
.The echo of clinking metal resounds and vibrates along the hillsPulsing, pounding like a heartbeatYou, mounted on your trusted steedYou, wrapped in your armorNoble man of strength and honorMany battles have thou fought and wonRough and worn and torn asunderThou hast returned to...
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...
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...
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...
Just a glimpse
Fade to black
I hear the echoes
Cold and distorted
Robbed of the human element
Drifting on air
Plucked from the fabric of a life
Fleeting and slippery