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...
for you guys and see what ya'll think.
The street is cold and empty. Glistening from freshly fallen rain, I pull my eyes off of the cobblestone road long enough to pull out my phone and check the time; 2:41 am. I sigh, rolling my eyes and pushing my phone back into my coat...
Once we were happy!
When first we met
You were so different
Today you seem to stay so angry
At me, at life, at the world as a whole
I must wonder if I am the culprit that brought this change
Where once beat a heart of strength and patience
Now seems only to beat from...
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...
A couple of weeks ago my daughter went to a Charity event for the Ronald McDonald House.When she came back, she told me she had a present for me.It was a pair of Ronald McDonald socks.Today, as I was getting ready to take the dogs to the vet, she asked me why I havent worn the...
I can't seem to say no to you.
Words that have never come so easily before and still,
I can't say no to you.
Should I let you entice me so charmingly?
You're deep in my thoughts, you are my focus.
I dream breathtakingly beautiful things so vivid I can't breathe..but i feel you...
look for the small space in between,
knowing something is there,
but you just can't reach it,
your hands don't fit and it's too dark to see,
you ask for help but they just ignore you,
each focused on their own crack,
trying to find their own way to reach inside,
It was the only means of warmth that she knew of
The sun had become uncaring
He refused to grant the Lillie even a glimpse of a ray
Soon her roots began to rot
Stubburn the sun remained
Until that very last day the little flower possessed life
Only then did the sun...
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...
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.........
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...
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 have always written down my thoughts for as long as I can remember it makes me feel calm and helps me in my life I suppose it is all to do with letting of steam and letting go of things. One thing is for certain it is one of the things in my life that I could not imagine not...
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...
I like it when you come,
and when you dont, I worry.
you pour in me like rum,
subtle like a giant drum,
revealing me drunk and blurry.
all the thou hast, I shun,
all of my longings, are sprung,
tell me your confessions dirty.
The I do's, and dont's, undone,
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
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...
never even met,
something I've never even seen,
somewhere I've never even been.
There's an apple tree within my chest,
growing love and compassion and support.
The fruits, unpicked, fall.
The fruits, unpicked, bruise.
One day, someone will drag me
out of the ****** metaphors...
where you don’t have all the pieces and struggling in vain to push that one odd piece into a slot that doesn’t quite fit. Until the cardboard edges start to bend, curve with wrinkles growing and altering the lone puzzle piece until it finally compressed itself to fancy the...
It wasn’t the meteor showers overhead trailing their iridescence
It wasn’t the tranquil view from this elevated mound
It wasn’t for all that was lost or all which was never found
It wasn’t a dreamy state of vaporous meditation
It wasn’t a stream of...
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...
Attack me you did passive aggressively
Causing these wounds that in me are festering
Infecting every part of my soul appetite ravenous
It's very presence toxic to everything it contacts
Deadly to this love once shared by us
Long dead from the likes of black mold...
crawling on my knees
Like something inside
Breaks & shatters
All the broken pieces scattered
"Hold me now I need to matter "
Every breath tastes defeating
How many times can I say
That I'm afraid
The things you've done
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 love to write ... anywhere ... anytime ... I have even gone as far as to ask if anyone has a pen whilst being in a Queue.
Post it notes... receipts ... envelopes.
Crayons... charcoal ... anything.
When the mood strikes .... I like to write.
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 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...
Dora swallowed whole, by spoonfuls her horrid bowl of gelatinous oatmeal. She gave herself a canker sore by poking the roof of her mouth with a dry, blackened piece of toast and further aggravated it by slamming her glass of acidic orange juice...
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...
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.
on your head
And your feet is not landed on earth
' You are hanging in AIR'.
As light as feather
As free as butterfly
Flower's beauty is yours.
I will tell you.
Its your 'DREAM'.
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...
The forest is so mysterious at night, particularly this time of year, when the mists roll in. It crawls through the shadows, like a living portal to places unknown – even seeming to breathe, as she flows with the still-cool currents of early spring. She is whispering to me...
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...
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
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...
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 it took my breath away
As far as my eyes could see I saw everything but me
Alone in this vast sweeping zephyr
From the air pressure I severed
My essence and physical body
Freely roaming at light speed
Into the void I did proceed
It was not long before I almost collided
(untitled), PART 2
I'm a loner. I never had many friends, and growing up I could almost always be found in the garage or out back tinkering away on something involving cardboard, wood and/or batteries and wires. I still remember this time when I was about 11 or 12 when my dad...
Everything about you
I even adored your bad habits and flaws
But that was before
I wish I could love you like I did then
I wish I could trust you
I never doubted anything you said
I believed anything and everything you said
I never dreamed you would ever lie to me...
physical activity or sport for most of my life. Having spent many years in the military and staying active, have kept me more or less fit, even as I, reluctantly, navigate my middle age years.
But it wasnt always that way.
In grade school, I was that kid who grew up too fast...