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...
for words " feeling
It's an empty feeling...lost...confused.
She's vulnerable... she's emotional... and shes hurting.Shes angry and annoyed...pointless and worthless.Day by day she wants to hide... she's tired of planting that smile on her face just to get through the day. She...
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...
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...
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...
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
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...
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...
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 was without mine for a couple weeks while it was getting repaired. No matter how much I tried to adapt and write anyway, production had ground to a halt! I'm working on being productive again. Wish me luck!
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...
Pain Is My Guilty Pleasure.
Others Have Experienced
The Pain I’ve
Brought Unto Them.
Are Out Of Control
And NEED To Be
I Sit Here Wondering,
What Does Pain Really Feel Like ?
Staring At My Arm
I Slowly Pull Back My...
other see coincidences,
I see you
Since the beginning
Man has known your name
Your stories were told
And retold again
Man is corrupt
This we ALL agree
You are the true comfort
Only some of us can see
So when they go looking
Lord help them see
This happiness I have
Is love from...
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
so long now
That I forget what it feels like to feel good
All the things that I used to love
Have become all the things that I should
Beginnings always have a sweetness to them
Oh and a taste that'll leave you hanging
Always waiting always wanting
Forever chasing dragons....
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...
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 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...
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...
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...
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...
How can I not help expressing these thoughts of mine. Those that write are constantly thinking and sharing. The ability to express your thoughts freely on paper or in the cyber world is a great gift. I say, do this responsibly with prudence and great care. Be genuine and show...
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...
I don't understand why I deprive myself of writing ,I love it so much! It's about the only time I can TRUELY say whatever the hell I want. Tonight, I wrote a story about myself. It was more like a conversation story between my brain, my heart, and my soul. It was pretty deep. My...
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...
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 depressed people should just get over it. For me when your a 6 or 7 year old little boy and the person you look up to the most*was my father* turns on you and you watch him beat your older brother who has always protected you. Then because you have always looked up to him he...
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...
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...
and my eyes.
They do not see.
My limbs are heavy. My mouth, dry. I feel the soft grass benethe my fingers. Dew wetting my hands.
The physical can be ignored. Replaced. Endured.
The mental, the emotional pain, that destroys me.
My back arches. I grip the grass on...
but when it comes to getting down to writing something more important it's pathetic? Like it's so annoying! I can write this without much thought but when I get out my pencil and paper and began writing out my.. Story? (I guess it's called that lol.) I get all jumbled up and...
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...
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 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...
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...
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...
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...
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...