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...
I'm mad for always being nice, always apologizing for things I didn't do, for getting attached, for making you my life, depending on you, wasting my time on you, thinking about you, forgiving you, wishing for you, dreaming of you,
But most of all, not hating you, which I know...
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 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...
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...
You don't have to say a word. You don't have to be emotionally here. I just need your physical presence. I think it could be anyone who could hold me and I'd beg you never to let go. I'm afraid the minute you release me, I might fall apart, permanently. You'd have to scoop me up...
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...
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...
when you weren't supposed to. Offering thoughts of kindness, of care for a shattered, broken bastard. Faking a laugh at a lame joke when nobody laughs except you.
You were very clear. I didn't even try or think or plan to grab you. I understand that you love her and well, you...
just words. Things that were and are yet to be, stories from a life ongoing without set goals other than living it.
I'm no Karouac, no Dickens or Twain but the truth is none of that matters to me, just the stories, the memories, the dreams of what may yet be.
I once knew a woman...
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...
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...
and I can't tell you. Because I'm not sure I want to either. When the one thing that's been here for me for so long is pain how do I let it go. When everyone else has left me it stays beside me. When I lay on bed thinking of my death it hugs me. When I'm on the brink of tears...
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...
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...
What would you say?
Would you think of me someday?
Would you think once I depart?
Would you remember from the start?
If I died,
Would you cry?
Would crystal tears form in you eye?
What would be the words you speak,
For comfort that I doubt you'll seek?
I know by now just who...
and every night he did not sleep because ever night he would wish he had a gun. No one knew because he didn't let them. he did hurt him self but in a place no one would ever see he was destroying the one thing he had left his mind. A long time ago he tried to hurt himself in...
I see your smile first, then your eyes and smile back. My stride long and confident, slows a bit as I pass by. Our eyes engaged, but I have somewhere to be, maybe at another time in my life I could have stopped to see if that spark could have developed a wildfire.
as I am still ten hours away from home.
I sat at the right side of a 2 by 1 bus, the 1 side. I don't feel alone though. I feel so close to me for the first time since I have arrived in Manila. I guess it means my business in that busy place has filled me with worry. Not only...
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...
As tears stream down his cheeks,
Ready to bury his father,
After two long painful weeks.
His father was a soldier,
Brave and strong and true,
Who fought for his country,
For people like me and you.
Slowly he moves towards the grave,
Where his fathers company stood,
perspective. Even if the situations are my own, I will write them in 3rd person. It's easier for me to write things outside myself in a less personal way. It creates a degree of separation that makes it more comfortable for me to write it all down. Today I'm not going to do that...
speedily maneuvering through the furniture. I zip through the door, shutting as I leave. My pace fastens, until i outbreak into a full out run. Knowing I have know time to waste, if it was true what he said....then Oliver would have ended up at Borgan hills apartment building...
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...
I Cannot Contain Myself
When In Your Presence
I'm So Humble
Don't Hide Our Love
Woman To Man. . .
One Thing In Life
You Must Understand
The Truth Of Lust
Woman To Man
So Open The Door
And You Will See
There Are No Secrets
Make Your Move
Wind through the window blows my hair,
The room is dark as I sit alone,
Waiting for my friends to phone.
Loneliness is darkness,
It removes all signs of light,
No matter how you fight it,
Your day still seems like night.
Loneliness is solitude,
Shelter from the pain,
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...
of season. There is strength in the newness, the youth. There’s power in the struggle to grow and become. It’s a vibration in the clean, sweet scent of the air around us. Then there is you with your own personal scent. Warm and masculine. I breathe you in and you pull me...
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 fears from all the years,
That I have screamed but no one hears.
My heart is broke, it aches for you,
The thing is that you never knew.
I'd love you more and more each day,
I'd never run out of things to say,
For if you gave just one kiss,
It'll be my eternal bliss.
of January 2015.I live in the northeastern part of NY state. The Adirondack area,I'm not writing to complain about the weather.I'm writing to just write. Weather and sports the two daily topics that most people start a conversation. How cool would it be if you saw somebody you...
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...
and tickles my neck as we gently swing.
Your arm is warm around me, your thumb drawing slow circles on my shoulder sends lazy waves of warmth through my soul.
I wonder if you know what that small caress does to me.
Do you know how much it means?
Your quiet voice blends...
legacy to leave, but if I can leave just one impression upon the face of this earth, I will leave my story.
I was but one of hundreds of thousands of faces forever branded with the scarlet letter of the 21st century, irredeemable in the eyes of many, relegated to a lifetime of...
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...