I see you and it hurts me. The look you have on your face isn’t who you are. Even your voice makes me mad... it’s so fake. But I know why you’re like this. Because of him, Sweet like honey but too sweet that suffocates you. Twist with that women in his bed when you’re waiting for him in your room. I’m here looking from the side lines waiting for you to come to me. Selfish as it sounds. I wish you can get mad or cry but yo...

His name was Georgie. He never finished school. His mother kept him at home and he grew up to be a very strong man. But he was always a child inside. They lived outside of town and only came to shop once a week to the small town that was their source for food and pretty much everything they needed. No one asked where the mother found money to live on. She seemed to do well enough and local people were not nosy. Perhaps so...

I’m sorry if I appeared to be aloof or cruel. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I often acted a fool. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if something I did was so bad. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I often make you so sad. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I caused you pain. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I drive you insane. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I responded slow. I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry if I failed you so. I didn’t mean...

I know a ole bear Furious and proud Protective of what he deems his Pushes and pulls and shares your dreams Delightful in his great rumbling growl His wit and humor know no bounds Careful when trespassing on his hunting grounds He knows how to rend with the power of the pen With rhythm and rhyme his wisdom dances across the page I count my lucky stars to be his friend If you ask for his criticism heed his advice His guidi...

Looking back over my life I have always been shy and felt very alone.Learning very early on, that not every person is kind or caring.However the day we started talking That slowly begun to change.We spoke to each other regularly about anything and everything, Sharing stories and experiences . You were interested in what I had to say. And you really seemed to care.Slowly I lowered my guard and started telling you about thi...

Laying here on my bed Thinking about all the moments we have shared The long talks on the phone, texting And the occasional video calls. Talking about our lives Our past, present and dreams for the future. Learning about one another The good and the bad. I don’t know how you do it, But you can see the truth. Even when I try to hide it in moments of insecurity Your gentle words and tight hugs, Can make me feel safe and sec...

The wake-up alarm sounded in my quarters. That irritating oddly pitched buzz filled my head as my mind drifted into consciousness. They have scientifically created the sound that our hearing and brains can’t ignore. I think it is a combination of a baby’s cry, the sound of a cat whose tail is stepped on, and a nagging wife all rolled up into one sound, and then add a little screech of fingernails on a chalkboard. “I’m awa...

I sit here looking at my screen, chatting with friends, tweeting and reading email. I look up and see the setting sun beaming through into my life. I look out the window and watch the setting sun sink slowly into the Pacific Ocean making one of my worlds very dark. My other window is still lit not with sunlight, but with life and the heart light shining from each person. No matter what time it is, there is light and life...

On 29 November 2013, I got a phone call from a former coursemate of mine asking me whether I had received any news on the accident of a friend and former coursemate Abdulrahman, which at that time I had no knowledge of. I immediately called my friend's phone number but a voice told me his number was switched off. I was still in a state of shock, fear and despair when I placed a call to his younger sister, who confirmed th...

Sitting here in my new home Thinking about the past few weeks Remembering all the drama And how it made me feel... How I tried to get people to see Maybe understand my point of view Instead, they decided to walk away. One thing has remained constant And that was you Although you didn’t always agree You stayed by my side Holding me close, Wiping away my tears, Telling me it will be alright Reminding me when necessary How v...

She came to me As a friend request I excepted her offer Thinking it was best. She read my works Thought I was good I read some of hersAs I should. We chat and laugh Black Boxes untold True soulmate found More to unfold. There would I be This night so late Ne'er seen her face That is my fate The price I payI'll play my partFor I have seenInside her heart Just one more BoxGreat friend now found "I have to leave"Happiness un...

The chill is setting in I feel the loss againmy life is good I knowbut I still miss her so It was no goal of minenever meant by designmy heart is deep in painbecause it's been in vain No more of the laughterthat always came after our sessions of frolicmy heart's melancholic How did it end this waywhat did I ever saynothing seems to matterworlds are going to shatter The winter ice has comeit always comes to someregrets sti...

I write lots of things on this website, A man left a comment and was being polite.I sent him a note thanking him,He sent me a friends request on a whim.We started talking and he is so nice,We give each other lots of advice.Months have passed and we are good friends,Our time spent together is fun and I hope it won't end.We laugh and we cry and share many things,We are friends and cyber lovers having a fling.Most of all he...

Sitting here on a jetty the waves lapping around my ankles Smiling, as I think of you.Remembering the moments that we shared and how you saved me when I was having dark and scary thoughts. You showed me a softer side of yourselfa part you keep hiddenwhilst you held me tightly in your armswhispering kind and caring words, making me feel safe. Now you face your own demons and I want to be there,to talk, listen or just hold...

This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Once upon a time, there was a little Christmas fairy. She was a beautiful little Christmas fairy! Her lips were as pink as sugar mice, and her eyes were holly-green, like the holly sprig she wore. Her curly hair was a mane of spun gold, and her wings shimmered liked feathered frost. Her dress had a garland of roses, and was wov...