This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes, I remember my phone's inbox is getting too full. When I am waiting for the bus, I go through and delete old messages.Just a sprinkling of words in a little message can bring me torrents of emotions. Some of them make me smile in passing, some of them make me snigger, and some of them remind me of wonderful days and...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The gentleman held out his sword,And told the girl to dance."Dance upon this sword, my love,And sing upon my blade;Twist the sunbeams into braidAnd sing with all your heart.Show me how you love me deeply,And dance, and dance, and dance."And so, the girl, with utmost pride,Her feet, so pink and bare,Rose up and danced upon the bl...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Darkness and shadows build walls around me,Easing the void of aching coldInto the black, still oil of loneliness.Screeching demons claw at my hair,Ribboning layers of scalpTo the broken brain and juice within.Slobbering maws tear at the bloody messThat has been my heart,And still the pathetic massTries to tremble a beat of life,...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I am fat.What do you make of that?No truly sexy pictures of me,With my ass on displayAnd my breasts looking lush,Without comment of ugliness,Without remarks of disgust.No sweet lovers' pictures in photography books,No hand-holding in the street without giggles and sniggers,No posting of images, save for jeering or morbid sights...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What may cause a heart to break,Or sometimes raise the dead?What loathsome thing can crawl insideOr rescue from dark dread?A weapon singing through the mist,A spear hits home, and hard.It drives the point and shaft in deep,A shining, poisoned shard.A lullaby of sweet delights,Confection to the soul;It rocks a babe to gentle rest...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What lonely night is this whenHope comes a-knocking at my door?Her whispers through the oaken barricadePush my dreams into realms of fear.Fear of pain andFear of remembrance;Fear of lonely, sneering echoes;Fear that what I once believed inWill never be my precious gift;Fear that loving, gentle kissesWill never grace my ugly lip...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blue lightning on the endless ocean;Whispers of pain in the ears of my beloved.I amSighs.AndGasps.Gasping andSighingOn the eve of Tomorrow,Bending and swaying in legends of...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This mist of loneliness wraps its fingers around my throatAnd squeezes me into a vortex of despondency.It prods the dirty heart in meAs the moonlight dapples its fingertipsOn the surface of this silver midnight pool.Ripples of tear drops roll across the watersLike the ghosts of once-dreamed heroesOn charging snow-white stallion...

'Twas the night before Christmas and all down the pier, All the ragworm were wriggling on my dangling gear. And then from the waves, in their tide-turning crash, I reeled in a small fish that did splish, splosh and splash. 'Twas a five-bearded rockling, its whiskers aquiver As I held it aloft, and its body did shiver. It looked at me glumly, its eyes big and round; With its gills it implored me, though it gave no sound. I...

Scurrying crowds beat down on the pavementsAnd screaming children bicker with their frustrated adults,Strangers to each other in this season of enforced cheer.Blue-white light strings buzz above the precinct,A harsh, cruel sneer to the ancient blazeOf my Christmas starAnd the drifting kisses of earthbound snow.No longer do shepherds hurry to a manger,Nor do the wise offer prophetic gifts;But teenagers gather around window...

Underneath the starsWhere our souls collideAnd break the darknessInto scorching flame,We stand inSecret embraceAnd kiss each other's hidden dreamsInto reality.Fear has no placeIn this starry oceanWhere mermaids and sirens are chased away,And the fireflies dance above our wondering heads.Your smile caresses this shell of mineAnd my heart smooths your tensions into the voidAs we breathe in spirit-shared incense.Worries do n...

We do things our own way,You're not part of it.We don't want you near us;Hide your freaking shit.You'll never fit in,Though we'll tell you, you will,Then we'll stab from behindAnd we'll kick 'til you're still.We'll tell you we're constant,And we won't be mean,Then we'll stamp on your heartAnd disable your dream.We'll say that we'll listen,Take into account,But really, we laughAn enormous amount.We'll tell you you're worth...

This poem only available on Stories Space Your sun, your moon,Your twinkling star?Your beacon shining from afar?Perhaps your joy,Your waking dream,Your glowing dawn and sunlit beam?Perhaps your comfortAnd embrace,The smile that lights your downcast face?Or maybe just yourWhispering friend,When night seems it will never end?Perhaps your shield,Protecting arms,Your safety from the worldly harms?Your radiance,Your earthly pl...

This day is cold and dreary,The angels pouring tears of mourning miseryUpon the corpses of leavesThat slake their former glory into slimeAlong the pavements I tread with weariness.The sky heaves, bruised and swollen,Rumbles of passing thunderFading into the distanceAnd bearing down as their gigantic wavesRoll full circle to drenchThis aching soul once more.The winter solsticeIs creeping closer,Drowning ancient observances...

Light tries to tumble through my windowBut it only hits the glassAnd bounces back into summer.Curled up on my bed,Huddled under the blanketTo hide the cuts and ribboned pain,I see it throw itselfAgain and again,Hurling itself with rumbunctious abandonTo slap me in the face and throw me to the ground.Meaningless.The light cannot touch me now.Night jasmine is sweet and beautifulAnd scents the air with delicious perfume.It h...