Sprinkling softly, the rain falls down to earth, like tears from the heavens. Ironic in this moment, as my own eyes start to well. I close my eyes and bite my lip, pushing back my feelings as a clap of thunder shakes the ground. My once-treasured thunderstorms are leaving me empty, broken. Thanks to you. Bittersweet I suppose, I always knew deep down I was never good enough. Oh so painfully you made it crystal clear to me...
1 It was the light percussion of a triangle that did it. The soft ting of it incorporated with what would be a rather drab tune, that roused him from slumber. Head pounding, eyes swimming in a sea of their own fluid, he blinked away sleep to the real nightmare (not that he remembered if he had been dreaming, or what it would be about anyway). The old-fashioned style corded phone’s receiver lay beside him on the leathe...
Everyone has a story to tell, about who they are, where they came from, what their names mean. Not to boast (okay, I’m boasting a tad) I happen to believe there’s something extra magical about mine. While I don’t believe in organized religion, you might even say it was God’s doing; I happen to believe it’s fate. In order to know my story, you first have to look before me, even before my parents, but to theirs. Their Fathe...
One day you wake upAnd you're three years oldAt three, there are no worriesYou go with the flow so to speakThen you go to sleepWhen you wake, you're thirteenLife seems difficult, but it's notYou worry about petty things, what people think of youYour parents tell you not to worry, but you do anywaySo you go to sleepNow you're thirty-three when you awakenYou have a house, kids, and a family to call your ownNow you worry if...
Life has a funny way of knocking us all down, making it seem impossible to get back up. Luckily, the human spirit is stronger than disaster, able to withstand things we thought we weren’t capable of. For some of us, life marks its territory in our lives through physical scars. All with names. Dates. Places. Stories. A constant reminder of what’s happened to us through old, puckered skin. Scars aren’t pretty, no matter wha...
Synopsis Ever want to switch lives with someone else? Look to covet something someone else has on their side of the fence? More money. Better job. Bigger house. Love. Kurt Eakles does, and soon, will have the chance to do just that. But not every life is perfect and with every pro, there’s a con to follow. There’s no such thing as Fairytales. With limited times to switch between lives, he’ll have to choose between the sim...
A caged birdDestined for greatnessHeld back from the worldFeeling quite anxiousThese walls closing fastNowhere to turnThis sad, lonely soulAbout to crash and burnCries of sorrowFill the airLonging to break freeFull of despairBeen here awhileSitting tightBeen waiting foreverTo finally take flightThe caged birdDestined for something greatHow it pains me to tell youI'm afraid you're too late
We are but lanterns burning with limited fuel amidst the darkness To burn illuminate slowly fade and die Leaving nothing but darkness in our wake once more
You know what's funny? How easy it is to give up on something you cared so much about. You constantly tell yourself that you could never give up that something, whether it be a hobby, a loved one, or even yourself. The last is surprisingly easy though, a few blows to your ego and... POW! ...
Trevor lay beside me in the tall grass. The gentle, summer, breeze was swaying the thin blades enough to brush the bare skin of our legs. My shoulders shook with laughter, from a joke he'd just told. Warmth filled my bones, from both the burning sun above and the steady calm from our friendly banter. The humor melted away in an instant, stolen from my chest as I noticed the plume of smoke spiraling upwards in the otherwis...
