I cry a river, and drown in my sorrows Yesterday’s problems, are the worries of tomorrow Running out of time, with none to borrow The clock ticks, my heart beats, my soul turns hollow Walk a mile in my shoes, but destiny won’t follow My friends moved toge...
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Who are you when the white-hot reality of the day shines down?When there is nowhere left to hide and I see who you are.How clever you are at hiding the truth.What is left of us now that I see you? Who are you when the shadows of deceit are stripped bare?W...
Freed
5 of 5 These aged walls no longer hold me...At last I am free but I must wait just a little while longer. These aged walls no longer hold me and yet I cannot shake off these earthly shackles until my soul is absolved. They don't know my name, no-one ever did, Uncle made sure of that, but now my bon...
Identified!
4 of 5 So, Doctor, what can you tell me?So, Doctor, what can you tell me? I see. So you think he was a young boy, then? Between what, nine and twelve years old? What about the time zone, have you got the results of the carbon dating? Interesting. So about the time of the crusades then? Are you...
Meg's Sonnet
Love that helps us through this journeyThe lovely sunrise each and every dayThe chirping birds that sing without a careThe echoed laughs of children as they playThe whispered words of lovers as they share The flowers grazing by our fingertipsThe bees that sip the dew without a fussThe wind car...
Found
3 of 5 Have you noticed anything odd about this wall?Have you noticed anything odd about this wall? It seems out of place somehow. Don't you see? Look, it is much thicker than the other walls. I looked upstairs, at the rooms above this one and they are much thinner. Fine, yes, I understand this is a cellar...
Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions. In this...
Lost
2 of 5 Let me out! Let me out...No! Please! Don't shut me in here. What have I done to you? I thought you were my friend, Uncle. Like a father to me whilst my own father fights in the Crusades. It is so dark in here. Come back, Uncle, let me out... Please! Where are you? Is it night? Is...
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As a small child, I was taught Each thing has a reason The wind talks Silence speaks Open your mind Believe in yourself Time has no measure No distance is too far See with your eyes Then feel with your heart Things are not always As first known There are...
Trapped
1 of 5. I see them, they don't see me...Look at them! Every day they visit the house. When they have seen enough, they return to their comfortable lives. How I envy them, their freedom. I see them but they don't see me. Oh, they think they do, some of the clever ones who think they have the gif...
Welshdreamer42
Leaning as far over as she dared, she peered under the lake’s gently rippling surface. She could see all the way to the silt and rock bottom but couldn’t discern a black rectangle protruding from it. The phone was gone. “Stupid, stupid,” she muttered. “Wh...
The morning sun rises, In the horizon. Sit by the window, Looking outside. Birds chirping happy songs. Thinking if she is awake. Images of her stretching, lazily in bed. A smile forming, on her sweet lips. As she opens her beautiful, brown eyes. Start...
Lonesome Road
Without malice or shame"You look like you came from a concentration camp." There was a smile along with the comment in the school shower room. It was not meant to be cruel. Just friendly joshing, of course. Right? Always the skinniest one in the school classroom. The thinnest ...
Another Visit To The E.R.
A true StorySo here I am limping my way into the local ER. It was a typical bar fight, and as a bouncer, I had to intercede. The antagonist decided to flee before the police arrived and I decided to chase and hold him. In the semi-darkened street I misjudged the heig...