I imagine it to be the last in queue: a line first, then a diagonal cross that leaves you astonished, amazed that later melts into a familiar line, just a simple little line. almost as knowing as a human, it can hide very well; its siblings s and c are mentioned frequently, and display the same jingle, the same bell sound, but still it remains in hiding, waiting knowing not to come out too frequently, so that it is never...

Sarah You were taken from me so quickly, I miss you so. If I had listened and trusted more, you would be still here. If I had been a bit more brave, you would be still smiling at me. If only I had listened to your heart, instead of mine. If... So many if's that I ponder. But... If I had another chance, I would do anything you would ask. Life is forever unfair, unforgiving and fleeting. My love for you eternal. I miss and...

I wait For the sun to burn away the clouds In the roaring winds of the morning I watch Orange topped stalks shudder High branches shot down in their chase to the sky Everything here Moves without moving As do I Beyond barred windows Crisped by sunlight And shaken in chilly gusts, I melt into the mountain

Emotions are addictive,Sometimes not predictive,Wait, emotions predict you?No, you should wear a shoe.This poem was meant to be serious,But it seems to have taken a turn,that wasn’t even a rhyming couplet,nor was that.Not all poems have to rhyme,But if they do, you’re gonna have a good time,It’s all about diction,Maybe prediction.Whatever,Forever,Seems that longSince bong.I’ve never taken a bong,So long!

Your fingers close around one of mine That mouth opens in a drooling, toothless smile The tone of your cries like words I decipher on instinct Redress your stained, sodden onesies After dinner Smiling at your happy gurgle As you grab your kicking toes I watch you grow Pull yourself up and scream Beat on surfaces. Your first plodding steps Before you wobble and plop Back onto your diaper and giggle. I cheer at your first a...

This was some time ago – or was it? The days are coming a little too fast to recall; Blurring together. Oh well, as I was saying Before my mind wandered off Into unknown territory, As sometimes it is apt to do; As I was saying, A while back, Something happened. Now, I can’t quite remember what Or when, or by who it was instigated, But I know something happened. Something big. Not so massive as the Heist; Your father will...

Hmm, a peppery Lady,Spicy and hot on many levels.Szechuan heat comes at me,suffuses my being... Numbs,yet lights a fiery heat,seduction in a glass,you make me want to passthe glass under my nose...inhale... enjoy...burn... soothe... happy.Interesting, Lady, interesting indeed.

I want to be that child again The one that was never loved I want to tell him how it felt When I looked to him for love. He should know how it felt To be greeted with his scowl He should feel the pain he caused I was only his only child. I grew up in the way A thing that must be fed I grew up despite him He’s forever in my head My arms would reach up to him Hoping for just one smile. Hoping he would reach for me And hold...

Oh, there’s naught like a poem for the holiday No matter how ponderous the tome. If you want to be happy in a special way, Find yourself a well-written holiday poem. .................................................................... Go find something by Longfellow or Whittier Or maybe a sonnet by the Bard And if that’s all too heavy for your palate, Dear Then just settle for a pretty greeting card. ........................

Your breath on my neck The softness of your skin The touch of finger tips The sharpness of nails Excitement and passion floods us, marks us As you welcome me I sink into your soul We leave earth and become one Whispers exchanged Steeling from eternity We kiss deeply and smile at what can never be I wait for you again tonight, to be with me In my dreams of you

 Gimmie a lineand I’ll make it shine.Gimmie a mineand I’ll make it bine.Wait, what? I’ll make it bine?Time I end this rhyme,Or else, I fear, it will ‘come a crime,Don’t whine. Just mime,Shuddery shudder, don’t dare mime,you’ll scare me totally out my mind.Was that last line far too long?I don’t care, take a bong!Dong.Key.Kong. Y’okay, I’m off,Wanna toff......Ee?

"What's on your mind?", they ask, But do they truly want to know? Are they testing me? Or are they trying to pry into my mind to see what is wrong, as they seem to intend? I'm not enough I'm falling apart I'm losing all that is me Why are they still here? Are my words too strange for those around me? Am I too impolite while I hide what's inside? "You seem annoyed," they tell me, But I'm just tired, I say Yes.. Tired Tired...

When you ask someone what Hell is like, They tell you the typical envisionment Below the earth's surface, alight with flame, Souls tortutured day in, day out But me? Hell is not lit by fires of torture, Nobody is there with you You are alone with your own thoughts; your personal Hell You die a little inside every day, almost every passing minute The Devil is your heart Your screams of agony are kept within, Your rib cage...

Finally Spring had arrived and the earth renewed itself with budding trees, flowers and warmth. Vince turned eighteen in March and celebrated by buying himself a car and taking and passing his drivers test in it. His injuries had all healed very well. With the exception of a small scar over his left eye there was no outward suggestion of the terrible beating he had suffered. He finally told his parents about the old gold...

I have a desire for every inch of you. I need the smell of your breath on my needing lips. The taste of you under the covers, And I can feel your voice running through every fibre of my being. It’s the whispering way you tell me you love me that makes me blush. You know what it does to me, causing you to reel in delight. Telling me every chance you get, just to see my redden cheeks. You feel my heart flutter against your...