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
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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...
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...
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!
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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
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.
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...
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 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?
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 :)
Chronicles, which my movie studio is named after. (Studio Firelight). Here are the books in the series (so far)
1. Flight to Forever
2. Footprints of the Myth
3. Floating Islands
4. Angel Fall
5. Only Halfway
6. Mission Possible
7. Everything But Giving Up
8. Last Order
depths of youHow I loved your waterI wrapped myself up in the warmth of your seaFeeling safe and happyConstant smilesI licked your raindrops off my skinSavoring the taste of youCome in, the water's fineThe more I knew the more I wanted to knowI would have swam in our friendship...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...