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...
Ticking clock and candlelight
The cold company of despair hovers in the flickering shadows
"I'm always here," it whispers
"I'll never leave you"
"Embrace me, let me in"
A siren's song for the unwanted heart
To wallow in the sorrow
Let go and let the pain flow...
hazy shadowsand fiery warmthalong fields and foliageand seeping thrillingly into skinLanguishing like it owns summerSweet Autumn crooks it's fingerbeckoning seductively as if to say....Soon you shall swoon and fall into meAnd I shall burst into brilliance.
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...
you remain distant...elusive...gone.
I long for the past
When you held me in a peaceful bliss
And allowed me to dream
Of wonderful, horrible, fantastic things
Now you have deserted me
And my eyes are wide open to the loss
And yet I still beg for your return
"Come back to me...
one caring enough
But it's probably too late too
I'm gone, take it easy enter my trough
You sweat faster, over it yet you still mention her
You're a big loser, better yet a cougar
See me in the trough, resentment to depression can't get enough
and close my eyes.
i will picture something pleasant in my mind
and feel arms that are not there
protecting me from the bad dreams
that enjoy taunting me and haunting me
so that when i wake, i wake refreshed
and fit to fight another day.
Michael wakes up under a tree in a plain field surrounded by other trees and looks around*
Michael: where am I?
*A crazy manical laugh invades the silence around him*
Michael: I know that laugh...SHOW YOURSELF!!
*A boy appears from behind the tree*
Well, well, well, well...
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...
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...
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
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...
Brimstone and ash covered the ground
Ravens could be heard miles away
As the gates opened,
A long hallway that seemed to go on forever approached me
The light of Heaven shining at then end
I stepped forth and heard the cries of the damned in their eternal flaming cells...
forget for a moment there is forever
and just let me be
your everything that matters
feeling like falling
and not worrying why
your beautiful thrill
the healing sin
the scent of hecate
so pull me closer
in me now and again
for later is too late
Or would I lie down
On soft cool grass
And patiently wait
For time to pass
If I was a beautiful, bEAUtiful flower
Would I want to grow
Simply for show
How I envy the courage it takes indeed
To be a tall & thriving weed
Growing without fear
Swaying & calling...
not too great, but I was looking for any constructive criticism anybody may have. Supposed to be finished today, already submitted it, but still would like some feedback.
Day 793. I raise the bow, pull back. Damn, missed again. I wish I hadn’t run out of bullets...
that never was.
she never held my hand talking sweetly as we walked along the woodland trail in spring.
her voice never moved me in a magical way as i felt the warmth of her closeness.
I never looked into her eyes and knew she would be with me forever.........
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...
you intrigue me
a drop of obsession
hints of transgression
with every word
you intrigue me
the distance of sparks
is a touch in the dark
i feel you reach
to intrigue me
written in rhyme
are bookmarks of time
here lies a time
you intrigued me
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...
blogging for another site. Well, actually, there are a couple of other blog sites that I have written for on and off (Blogspot, WordPress, Tumblr, Daily Two Cents, HubPages), but I only get to focus on a limited set of topics and they are mostly used as an emotional outlet. The...
...how he touched me.... how he ran his strong hands over my body...In the sudden vivication, there arose in me strange thrills,rippling inside me....my love, you are killing me passionately...your stinging words are burning me from within...the fire, leaving my tender heart in...
How warm the love left to the cold? How reaching the words no one reads? How full the glass no one drinks? How blue the sky in which nothing flies? How dark the day when gone is light? How moving the song no one will sing? How hale beats the heart which bleeds? How quiet the...
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!
Asked the night owl.
And why are you up so late?
You must be tired
Your eyelids must be heavy
Your mind is racing
With thoughts of who
Who am I?
Please night owl
Or will it wait until morning
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...
Imperfect in every way.
She had no color to attract.
No thorn to protect.
Such things matter little when one is a weed.
But every few months she mustered a bloom.
A bloom not of fireworks and sunsets, the weed bloomed with a hushed beauty.
A quiet pretty...
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...
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...
on a sunny afternoon
The ringing laughter
The warmth of wonder
The innocence of simplicity
The hopes and dreams that trail in your wake
Bittersweet kisses in my mind
You take the happiness I would give
The sweetness I would share
The softness I would feel
With an open heart
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...