Standing on the hilltop Anna could see all the way down to the tiny black shack. Dark smoke chugged from the chimney. Someone was there. Anna crouched down in the tall weeds and waited until there was a sign that the little cabin was empty. ...
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...
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 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...
my bare footsteps
make hollow sounds against the pavement,
as I run to meet you;
what is my lot in life?
Why the tears? you ask.
only you, my love.
bringing out the best...
the (oh my god) romantic, in me
If it is a dream,
I pray it never ends.
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 was confused, "a piece of glass? That's how you describe life?"
With those words he picked up a small glass jar and said
"Throw this on the ground"
So I did as he told me.
"Is it broken?"
I respond "yes"
Can u fix it and make it perfect again?"
I shake my head.
Deep and more painful than those that bleed. Constant tears behind these eyes, constantly flowing on my insides. There is struggle in this life beyond what you've imagined lays mine. Thoughts in my mind I fear to share. So don't you dare ask what's wrong because it's ALL beyond...
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...
I managed my eluding friend to stay back with me and made sure he didn't go away and came with me. I took him with me to meet the others. I asked with whom does he have a problem. He said none of us and Our Gang's heart and Soul or you could call...
before I had. I sat up and took out my ear plugs for they made an eerie quiet which made me feel stuck within my own head. Once I took them out I realized that was just me.
I listened to the nerds in the apartment complex next door watch Star Wars and tried to imagine life...
but here goes my perfect fantasy life
I wake up in the morning and text my boyfriend. He texts me back and says "morning cupcake see u at school😍". I smile to myself and look in the mirror. I walk put for breakfast and my mom says "You look beautiful". I say thanks and get...
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...
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...
It is just barely getting bright.
A glimer of hope inside.
In my heart, love always abides.
Life is meant to be a journey.
Too many times I was left yearning.
Wherever my road leads,
I have the strength to succeed.
but it's true. I love reading (lol that's not the weird part) but I think that I read so much that I'm mentally writing my life in my head (here we go...). I will be doing something and find myself mentally telling about what I am doing in the first person like I am writing...
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...
A call at 2:30 am in the morning man **** it do you know any place where I can get some booze. I am startled , First abuse some then He abused me back I just checked the number then it is my friend I ask him what happened da...
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...
because you didn't protect me then
I'm growing up and I can handle it on my own
I don't need you on my back or holding my hand
It's to late to treat me like a baby, I'm almost grown
Now you want to know how I feel and what's on my mind
It's to late now I just want to be left...
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...
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...
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...
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...
a desire, from inside, to create something beautiful. That desire, a flame, burns in your heart and soul. you HAVE to create, you feel that you HAVE to use that something, waiting silently, inside of you. So, you create.
Over time, you grow more skilled as an artist. Then, one...
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...
I have observed that there are so many wounded hearts in this world which scream to be heard. Stories of love which have failed to blossom for any reason.
If there is someone you love and they dont love you back, or if you lost your loved one to death, or any such catastrophe...
humans really are? We will alter every aspect of our appearances to feel something different. We will do anything to either stand out or blend in. Sometimes we drink coffee or smoke cigarettes. When we are sad salty water drips from two spheres in our skulls that act as our...
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...
friends, I count only those I know (that)I can trust, I can show you that number on (just) one of my hands, all others are now ashes or bones in the dust. I have stared at their names written upon many stones, my brothers in unrest with their sins upon (their) souls, all lives...
I use writing as my stress relief. I write poems according to how I fell especially when I'm upset about something. It's how I get stuff off my chest that I can't say out loud. It's easier for me to lay my feelings on paper then it is for me to speak them. Honestly I think that's...
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 think of you in light.
I'm learning from this experience even though I've lost my fight.
I must stay strong
I must move on
I can't give in so I best give up
I'll let you win if it means less pain cause you've suffered enough and i can't even say your name.
Just like me...
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...
And he made it obvious
He watched how she moved
The way she laughed
He watched her.
"I'm sorry we should be just friends" are the words he said
At 9:15pm on April 26th
Since then he watched her
But the way he did
It's was like he was a snake...
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...
Those who took hot lunch and those of us who took cold lunch apparently required segregation. The furthest table from the hot lunch service counter, the one under the drafty old basement windows, the table that was older and ...
but I don't eat
A grumble in my stomach but I feel fine
I could only be beautiful once I see my spine
Self-harm is my addiction and I know I should not
Hide in the bathroom and bleed from my cut
I cut my wrists, my hips, my chest
But I know I should be fair, so I also cut the...
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...
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...
My Secret Garden
The scribe peers intently through an intricately woven wrought iron gate. On the other side is the most beautiful secret garden that she has ever experienced, even in her wildest dreams. Herein lay a special place of solitude where her spirit awakens as ideas...