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.
earlier, as asidde.
then went back and fixed it to the proper aside,
but after the effort thought,
what the hell, who gives a ****
so I went back and changed it to asidde.
then realized, all joking aside,
about all the effort and emotion
that it took to just leave things...
tonight these waves are crashing,
we drifted apart
Not broken, but shattered
confused, in the dark.
The stars fall around me
you took a piece of my heart
I'll whisper my sins now
and pray you can hear.
for my love is gone now
for over a year
my silent struggle...
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 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...
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 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
and I have an assignment due in one week - the first draft of a short story.
Most of the story is already in my head - I just need to write it down. It's about the same characters who are in the novel I'm writing. (The novel is about how my life should have turned out, as...
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
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.
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!
and saw her reflection,Her hopes, dreams, desires, wants, needs.She saw the laughter and love and friendshipAnd passion and adventure and playfulness,Embracing the unknownWith pleasureAnd positivity. He was her mirrorReminding her of what she wanted from life.She wasn't one...
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.
in my house and I said to myself "wow! You guys are so cute!!" And the little cuties ran around the house racing and jumping and attacking and biting each other and meowing and purring and sleeping on and under the furniture. The End :)
but my own personal demons to accompany me, and I know there's something wrong. I can feel eyes burning into my back, but there's nothing there. I can hear the footfalls behind me, and the trees looming over me are, for once, not so inviting.
I run faster, fearing what may...
.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...
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...
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...
tell me what you think:
Deep thunder rolled through the hills on the far horizon as the armies of old had nearly a millennia ago. Watching this display of erratic flashes of light slicing through the ash grey clouds and piercing rain was a tall man aged almost 30 and...
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...
For starters we have a lot of trouble with my 8 year old son at school. A lot of confrontant authority issues. At home he behaviors rather well. He's no angel but is kind and respectfull...most of the time. Our little boy had his school trip cancelled du to his behaviors. He...
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?
pulsing life within me
For all those steps I thought to take
I let you hold me back
You whisper slyly in my ear
I feel your breath, warm, yet I shiver
Words of seduction like "don't," "can't"
You bound me tightly, safely, securely
Alliston leaves her loving home to enjoy the open sea and all its glory, due to certain events she find...
I'm working on my first online book on wattpad, please check it out @ http://www.wattpad.com/story/39925802 .
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...
and moody day
Looking out to see no end
The horizon was smudged
The vast spread to a blurry distance
Knowing it continued beyond my senses
I listened to the soft low roar
The hiss and fade of retreat
Evermore those waves rolled in
I witnessed an occurrence...
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...
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...
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...
or tender ? ... did she suffered ? i hope not , i hope that she didn't feel anything , no ! i hope that enjoyed it ... i think no matter how painful it can be , it will never be as painful as this life , , this hell , i'm happy that she left , she left those wolfs who tells...
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...