I find myself standing here not yet gone, but forgotten. How did I get to this place and time? I often wonder what I did. I often wonder did I make you mad. I wonder where it all went wrong. My life that once was so colorful, so full of life and love is...
The way I always felt your touch even before you touched me, The way I always felt your breath on my skin when you spoke to me, The way I craved your attention when you were busy, The way I longed for you when you were away, The way I felt safe when you t...
He shifted and squirmed trying to relieve his aching limbs. His arms hurt, his legs hurt, everything hurt. The ground beneath him was solid and punishing; it provided no comfort, no respite from the pain. In fact it only heightened his agony. He stretched...
(6/8/12) Some time love hurts to a point you want to cry You feel as if everything in you has begun to die You try to fill it, but it's like shoveling sand against the tide . I recall when I first saw you standing under the street light My mind started ju...
There are many forms of love. Love of family, friends,And the one it desires.Love is overwhelming, Cunning, smart, manipulative,Difficult to understand, Frustrating, and maddening.It can calm you, or harm you. Make you crazy, and hurt.Make you feel human....
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.The pre-dawn light is green-grey and dull,The air slumbers,Thick and heavy.Dampness and mulchLayer the heart of the earth's foundations.In the mirror she seesHe...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes our days are gloomy,And they're filled with lots of pain.We wonder where our joy has goneAnd what we've left to gain.Sometimes our limbs are weary,An...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Darkness and shadows suffuse my being,With a lamplight of mellow to keep me in the corner.What treads up the stairs behind me, dear?A creak on the banister,A g...
Words slice like a double-edged knife; my heart cannot endure So watch me bleed, tainted blood pouring from my soul I tried to save you, but it was all in vain You cut me down, to ease your own pain Now here I stand, wounded, broken and alone… Here I sta...
It was early morning. The fog still clung in patches to the tips of the hills as I walked down to the edge of the lake. I felt chilled. Pulling my jacket closer around me I trudged on. Used to the hustle and bustle of the city with its constant bombardmen...
He sits in front of his bedroom window A street light illuminating his face Conniving a dangerous and deadly scheme In the name of preserving his raceHe devotes no thought to right or wrong Morality has no place His only concern is with the task at hand I...
A chain of broken promises, slowly chiseling away at our once solid relationship. "I swear things are different this time"; words I have heard many times before. Momma, once a term of endearment, is now nearly synonymous with betrayal. For months now I ha...
Never have I ever, nor will I ever. . . A firsthand look into the pain of a young girl's first love and her corresponding first heartbreak. Life is messy, and all you can do is pick up the pieces, brush the dust off of your shoulders, and move on. Never h...
This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes, I remember my phone's inbox is getting too full. When I am waiting for the bus, I go through and delete old messages.Just a sprinkling of words in...
It's raining again.The drops fall like brittle, cold flecks of ice.On the porch I watchas the puddles overflow.The weather reflects my mood.Dreary.The shadowing clouds abovelet me know the rainwon't let up.It never does. Seems likeit's been raining my who...
