Dear G-d…… Dear G-d…… … Dear G-d… …This is how I addressThe King of the Universe.With hesitation,Trembling and Awe, andUncertainty that my KingEven has an open court. My King of the Universe.My King of My Universe.Where are you?I climb the mountains,Swim the seas,Stumble into the trenchesFor you. To find you.And I miss you every time. I feel the Air’s whispers--For only a brief moment--As It breezes past me on My Expediti...

I sigh as I walk into the house and drop my backpack. All the cars are here, but I don't see anyone inside. The dogs are put away, the cats are nowhere to be seen, but I spy random lights turned on while most were left off. And of course, I see the full dishwasher opened just enough to signal that it needs to be emptied. Ignoring the dishwasher, I walk to the back of the house to unleash the pups from their confinement. O...

Sugar, Spice, and Everything Nice. These are the ingredients of my daily makeup. I first apply the Sugar to my lips. It works to sweeten the delivery of my words, forms a filter in which only the most acceptable terms flow through and escape like sticky syrup. The Sugar barrier crystallizes and bans the trespassing of any truth, any opinion, and any thought that lacks popularity. Next the Spice. Just a touch around the ey...

The little thing crawls on the forest floor. It wraps itself within the jungle, Cloaked by the creepers. The skin ripples over its ribs As breath sighs from its mouth. A cocoon of darkness envelopes it. Wrapping around its skinny wrists, ankles. Grabbing its throat. Squeezing. He can’t speak, But his glowing eyes punch through the darkness, Illuminating the black blobs and smudges of the clearing. Pearly light emanates fr...

People speak their words. They stampede in herds, right into the ears of the surrounding people. There are phrases that shine with praises and never fade, bursting like a parade through your thoughts. That is-- they don’t fade until someone’s words slice like a blade through your mind, adding to that daily grind. Praises, compliments turn into disgrace and disparagements because you wanted to be funny. Trust me, there are...

They say her eyes are a sea of blue waves. The waves crash together, The water churning like flames battle. The flames slice at the horizon, And burn the sky. Gentle destruction this is. But wait, Lava pools from the flames, Sliding down the beach over the tan sand. The sand sinks, Falls apart, And is destroyed.

Everyone says the eyes are the windows to the soul, But when I look at my own I see nothing. People often say a smile demonstrates one's character. In the mirror, pictures, I simply see lips stretched wide. Is it me that has no character, no soul?  Or is it a superficial society That cannot recognize quality?

There are times when I feel dreadfully alone. My heart aches and feels as if its lonely beating will pound right through my chest. Like it will tear through my fatigued body. Panic attacks occur coming out of nowhere. My breath whooshing out of my body as if an enormous weight has landed atop of me. The tears that come out of my eyes only add to the weight. Reminding me of my brothers, when I would watch them bench press ...

In my heart there is this heavy feeling in which I can identify both sorrow and happiness. The combination making me cry. True tears roll  thick down my cheeks. I'm shaking and gasping, all while laughing and experiencing watery grins. I can't help but feel fortunate for this onslaught of emotion. Emotion in it's purest form sneaking up on me when I realize how blessed I am to have my friends.  It's only my friends who ca...

I look into your eyes,and I see that beautifulspark.It's like I have neverseen itever before.Though I doeach morning when we wake up,and each night when we settle for bed.Your quiet murmurings,just for me,magnified with that look.It mesmerizes meAnd I see youcompletely.Never again do I see thathiding, guardedperson you once were.When we first metand we were sounsure.It seems silly nowto think backon those confused days.I...

Mother Nature screams at me.The wild wind tearing through my hairblasting in my earsand stinging my eyes.Sand blowing high into the airand sticking to my clothes,getting in my mouth.Frogs croaking desperatelyleaping from place to placebetween the green shrubbery,trying to find cover.The leaves of tall,wise treesshivering from the wind.Little bushes nearly being uprootedby the wind's brutal beating.Things rolling around th...

I want to be little again.Back when everything was wondrousand surely magical.All of the magic dissipatesas we age, as we gain knowledge, as our wisdom grows.No more do we wonder,we know.We know why the sky is blue.We know why the grass is green.And we know why grass yellowsand diesin the winter.Science tells us.In a way,that is wondrous,that is magical.But it allows for no further ponderingbecause we know.Although, there...

There it isthat typical piece of lacy fabricsticking out from between the couch cushions.It catches my eyeand I can't help but stare.That pretty, slinky garment is the end.I almost want to laughbut when I try the basic commandI find I am unable to produce a soundother than a broken, gasping breath.I reach out towards the end,allowing one tear to rolldown my cheek. And I hold the lingerie that is not mine.It smells nicelik...

Mary once had a little lamb. This lamb had magical powers. For it could baaa the most enchanting of melodies. If you heard certain melodies of this lamb, you could feel a compulsion to do many things. That is why this power of the lamb was as dangerous as it was wondrous. You could be forced by a magical compulsion to go try your hardest, to feel cheerful, or to slit your throat. The powers of this lamb were both capable...