but resisted the urge to hit the snooze button. Instead she crawled out of bed, threw on sweats and sneakers and tied her hair in a ponytail.
Headphones in her ears she blasts her favorite song as her feet hit the pavement in the cold pre-dawn morning.
Running to forget...
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...
And when I do, I feel like there's someone else guiding my hand into writing things, writing answers to the questions I have been asking.
It's the most simplest solution to my problems: writing.
depression. Maybe even a slight obsession.
Yet it's no match for what I feel when I look at you. How can I feel empty yet full at the same time.
Empty because I no longer contain the power to bring a life into this world with your eyes and my smile.
Full because for that...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
dishonesty and in disarray, drowning in the sorrow of all the lies you fabricate to get your way, I see you through hallowed eyes into your soul are three shades of gray, so alone and empty as you apply your deceptive thoughts so cruel to portray, are you destined to rot then...
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...
smoking a cigarette as he plays poker upstairs with his mom and sister. Tahoe is cold, dark and beautiful. The cicadas call out “it is night time” “yes, indeed it is night”. Do they say much more as they converse amongst the moon? A chirp in opposition "is it night...
Yet so hard to get back up
I walked right, I did, yup
Now I'm head over heels and it's pain
I can't go back to my old self again
The only right I'm doin is write with a pen
She's too easy to fall for
and I guess we'll see if she catches me or if I land in the floor...
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...
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...
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...
people to her.
Such a positive and happy soul.
Surrounded by the lonely hearts and those needing some of her sunshine.
She answers their questions and smiles.
She makes them laugh with her stories and quick wit.
She gives advice but doesn't expect them to take it.
There must be a greater power
Distance makes the heart grow fonder but fear is what keeps me here.
Grief is my kryptonite
For with it I'm no hero
If only the lessons learned weren't that of great importance then this wouldn't be the hardest struggle of my...
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...
but I'm not 3
No more getting to run to my Mom
I'm 16, gotta defend myself
From my dreams
So I scream
I scare it all away
I don't know what I say
Night or day
Only me in the fray
Can't run it leap
In the danger seeps
And crawls and creeps
And so I weep
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...
slightly distorted so they say
That I see myself 10% prettier than I am
I don't believe them because if that's true
I must be pretty damn ugly because I look in the mirror and I hate
The reflection staring back at me is not who I'd like to see, yet at least she is...
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...
It was safe in there, the door was made of three inch steel, no one could hurt him in there. But once in while Mad Max would be forced to leave his garage when he ran out of food or water or sanity. Whenever he left his safe zone of a garage he was attacked by people waiting...
can we reverse the structure and erase them all?
and if people were figments of, our imagination,
will it help us understand?
days past by and waste our time,
wake eat sleep no reason why,
till death knocks on our front door,
laid to rest we'll be no more,
what if every...
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...
on (untitled). Part 1.
If someone had told me when I was a 12 year old kid living in an upper-middle-class suburban subdivision that I'd end up an outcast and running off and drifting in and out of society by my early 30's, instead of getting married and living in a nice house...
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 ...
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...
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...
as I have lost a funny man Or maybe is that I am at my deathbed
I am waiting for the man to come in rapidly, like the hardest cup of coffee. To come in Yoo Hoo.
Speaking rapidly in a Irish accent as he shows you his tie, not wearing a shirt, gives you a hug, dances a...
Those beautiful times we were together . Have past somehow and I don't know how to make things better.
They say you used me, but I felt your love. Maybe I liked the abuse, any attention from you is better then none. I though I moved on, but I can't let go. I heard your laugh...
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...
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.
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...
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...