While having breakfast, no one dared to speak. It was always practiced in the Sakuraba household. At a young age, the Sakuraba children were taught to have proper etiquette. Apparently, their ancestors practiced discipline at all times. After their quiet breakfast, Genjiro decided to broke the silence.   “You seem to have something in your mind, Aikasa. What is it?” Contemplating, Aikasa answered, “Father, I was accepted...

When I was only six and my younger brother was two, our father passed away. Since then, my mother and we were dependent upon each other. Our days were difficult. My mother had to work very hard to keep our family together. The income was just enough to cover basic expenses. Until one day, my mother ushered a man into our home. She asked us to call him - FATHER. No, he was just our stepfather. I was nine that year. My step...

You are my disease, with no cure. A  Kansas flower, blooming in the sun. Wisps of vapors across July skies. Rarity of a Mexicali  emerald.  Lonely wolf, telling his story. Under full harvest moon, Love won and lost. Trace your steps, on prairie fields. With a dry smile, stoop for that last prairie flower. Held to one’s lips, my drug, my life. My love. You are, and always will. Be my disease, with no cure.   

No glory, only pride You played your part in a theatre where so many died On foreign soil, a strange language Memories of the old country in your heart Again and again you took to the air I can barely imagine your bravery The noise, the engines, guns If you were afraid, I understand Then to return to find your best friend gave his life The hollow victory, the pain Then the end came and you could return to your wife Victor...

Would it be an easy choice? She didn't ask. We have no right to tell her what to do. She does what she is strong enough to do. Such a brilliant choice. To live. To live and be with those who love her. Those who will always admire her. And this, in the end, is all that matters. She lives and is cherished. As she cherishes life. The loss of a part won't diminish her in the least. Cannot change the emotions felt by those who...

When you appeared, as a vision of beauty. That hot summer day of 75, did either of us know? Our first meeting, you captured me with your beauty. Your deep brown eyes, stirred lust in my loins. Your body to worship, to explore and hold tight. As I questioned, my worthiness. I walked that night, and listenened to my inner voice. This lost soul found, angels singing pure love. Our journey continued, through trials and conque...

Aikasa lied awake staring at the ceiling of her room. Sighing, she got up and fixed the bed. She put on rather presentable clothes and fixed herself before going out of the room. While making her way into the kitchen, she saw her mother preparing for breakfast. “Good morning mother!” enthusiastically greeting her. “Good morning,” her mother greeted back with a soft smile grazing her thin lips. “Where’s father?” Throwing a...

How desperately he wished he understood her,The elusive lady who had stolen his heart,But every time he thought she was within his graspOnce more she seemed to vanish into the shadows,Leaving him to flounder in the darkness of doubt.There were many times when the flame of her presenceBurned so intensely it threatened to consume him;Days and nights when they rode on a wave of passion,Carrying him aloft on a tide of rapture...

First time, you conquered  and stole my heart. That day, my soul  found yours. First night, you recieved, but gave more. My heart, over filled  with love. My soul, taught to cherish and adore.    

Four twenty, Sunday afternoon Baking heat, it’s late in June Abandoned in sad clouds of dust Left by departing Greyhound bus   Besieging desolation follows me This ghost town place of memories I’d broke off young, just seventeen For things I saw in magazines   Now here I am, back on Nowhere Boulevard   In beaten boots and ragged jeans, Empty pockets and black Ramones tee A once pretty girl comes up to me Her battered heel...

There is no doubt that poetry has a unique ability to move the human spirit; an ability shared only with music and far more so than even the greatest prose, however impassioned. It is, therefore, no surprise that the greatest composers have felt impelled to set poetry to music; and whilst the lyrics of much popular music are repetitive and banal, the works that will survive are those where the words tell a story or expres...

  “There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski     When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch.   The bluebirds came to nest, they lost their way. They could no longer fly, they had to stay.   W...

What if you hadn’t been there, if we hadn’t met that day, what if when I’d looked at you, you’d looked the other way? What if I had been older, would you have found a way to stay, what if we hadn’t parted, each going our separate way? Would our lives have been different, would we have made it last? Would we have stayed together or remained in each other’s past? What if we hadn’t met again, years later, quite by chance? Wh...

The speakers crackled as the booming female voice announced, “Sweet Love Train leaving in five minutes.” The doors clacked open As the conductor stepped outside.   “All Aboard!” he bellowed in his deepest baritone. I watched as the passengers lined up to board. I stood helplessly without a ticket, As each handed him their golden pass and boarded.   Young couples. Older couples. Boys and girls. Gleeful and excited. The Swe...

We can not choose who we fall in love with.  For love with the help of Cupid chooses us.  Love, as the arrow from his bow, enters your heart.  It does not matter if it is the right time or not.  If she is half your age or not.  If she is a woman of another man or not.  Even if she lives halfway around the globe, or down the street from you.  For she is the one for you.  Listen to your heart.   Believe.  Love. But still yo...