In my dreams, a hundred years of sleep from tiny buds to crimson rose tickled by the hermit bees as the slumberous brierwood doze in dawn's twilight glow sweet as the dew of heaven's caress of soft leaves pressed between written words and prayers kept

A flicker of light I can see it from afar Drowning in darkness. A whisper of hope I can hear it fade away Deafening silence. A soft cry for help It is coming from within Not denying it. You reach out to me Holding your little candle Sharing me the light. Inaudible now The sound of a cheer replays Reminds me of hope. I accept your hand You lead me, I follow you Be a better me.

"If jumping to conclusions was an Olympic event, you’d take the gold.” "Seriously?" "Shut up!" an exasperated Maeve shot back. "Don't mock me. I'm not good at this." Kerri glared at her soon-to-be, in-a-long-line of ex-girlfriends, girlfriend, reading CHEATER! she'd carved with candy apple red lipstick onto Maeve's forehead. Forcefully dotting the exclamation mark was what intentionally woke Maeve. “I would never, ever......

The air was sweet, heavy with the scent of ripe, cloying fruit. The sound of buzzing near the pomegranates that swayed and hung low in the heat was distracting me enough that the woman’s pulse thudded against mine, the salt of her blood splashed its way down my throat like stolen refugees running for asylum in the new land of a foreigners body, was background noise to the glare of the sun. It felt like my pores were squin...

I’d known Martin for over thirty years, since I was a boy, in fact. He has always been like an uncle to me. There is no blood relation between us; he just kind of took me under his wing, so to speak. Perhaps I should explain. I live in a small village, Altham, in the county of Kent, England. Having moved here with my mother shortly after my father died. I was ten at the time. My father worked for the financial sector in L...

With whispers of cornets leaves shaking from trees ticklish poems of Autumn falling in a gentle breeze of dawn's twilight as if a colorful rainbow holding hands with nature listening to wind chimes as they dance the coquette with whispers of cornets

With no breeze, the glassy lake reflected winter back on itself. Though, in that chilling mirror, the bare trees were even better defined, seemingly less shrouded in mist. That was so very different from the previous time Selene had hiked to the isolated tarn. Back then, a spring breeze rustling through the budding trees had whitecaps lapping against the shore. Warmed by navigating the overgrown path up to the tarn, they’...

It is just a snowflake they tell me. But to me, he is everything. He is my start and my beginning, my alpha and omega, my exodus and my stage left standing ovation. No, I know it doesn’t make sense to you. If you’re like everyone else, you think I’m delusional. You think I am nuts, unwell, crazy, whatever word you use that you think won’t hurt my feelings, or will make me look at my feelings and change my behavior. I have...

The wayward dark soul of twilight shadow of the devil's hermaphrodite skeleton among the stones a vessel awaking from the grave to reign on ashes of bones dragged through the gate of Hell with cinder of death's breath resurrecting the crypt of dawn in a metamorphosis of the worm

In my perfect world, I would hear a knock at my door. And it would be you, standing there. I would go to speak but you would silence me with a kiss. Our lips that once longed for each other would blend blissfully together. I would pull you close to me and inside my home. Breathless with each kiss. In my perfect world, I would print out the next chapter of my book. I would rush into our bedroom excited to share it with you...

It was difficult to be the type of person Serenity was in this day and age. Her last boyfriend Crenshaw did not understand her attraction to buildings over people. He didn’t understand why she hoarded, collected housing magazines and architecture manuals like others collect other more normal things. It was the geometry and beauty of them. They held a kind of symmetry that humanity didn’t. And so when she found this house,...

Maybe this time you can stay afloat, Drifting along the void, Feeling the sweet nothingness You reach for your lifeline but they never returned your call Setting you adrift over the dark sea Maybe this time you can just float along In your tiny boat made of false hope Not be entranced by the opac waters beneath You can sense the tendrils of hopelessness and self doubt searching for you Waiting to pull you under, Enticing...

Between a distance of a smile the valance of your breath touched by the wind chimes with a shadow of leaves in between the wine sap tree and the god's honey mead as waves wade upon the shore through sands of a silent opera of life's sweet apple core in between the wine sap tree

Death will pass your world too The prosperity of your times shall end too The owl of suffering who annihilates from the root Shall visit your sad land too The autumn wind bringing misery to the lands Shall pass your gardens too The water of death, known for chocking throats Shall pass through your mouths too You who your spear blades are sharp to oppress The sharpness of your blades fades with every kill too Since the rul...

LAST Friday night, I put my PRIDE aside, And embarked on a 7-day GLUTEN-free diet, For improvement of lifestyle, I hoped and sheepishly AGREED, I went to the mirror and shaved my beard to change my SLOTHFUL look, Now full of confidence and optimism, I ENVISAGED my new outlook on life, But Se7en hours later, I succumbed to pressure, and in my rage and WRATH, I locked the door and ended the night with a beer watching Johnny...