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.
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?
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
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...
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...
a cold and sad morning as usual , no sun , no birds , just me and the gray sky , a coffee in my hand , waiting .
for what ? i don't know , I come here every day , every early morning and late afternoon , looking to her tomb ... will she will she have mercy on me ? and talk to me...
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.
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...
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 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...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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.
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 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...
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
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
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...
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
or tender ? ... did she suffered ? i hope not , i hot that she didn't feel anything , no ! i hope that enjoyed it ... i think no matter how painful it can be , i will never be painful as much as this life , no , this hell , i'm happy that she left , she left those wolfs who say...
after my dreams i dream vanish into life. I have no one to talk to that could understand. No one that sees me as i really am
I pry he will find me the one that needs me as much as i need him, the one with same eyes and same heart as i.
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...
.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...
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...
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...
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