Lie down with me It's the only place where I feel safeWhere all that can be heard is our breath mixing together as we whisper sweet nothing into the wind Our hearts beating as one as if that's all they were meant to do As if that's what they lived for Happiness in your arms is all I want and I feel while surrounded by your warmth It's the only place where I can think clearlyMy thought no longer clouded by the doubt and fe...

I only did a short run last night. The day had been hot, and I had already run almost every day this week. Also, I was on call for work. Technically I'm not supposed to be more than 15 minutes from being able to get online in response to some technical issue with Nordstrom's credit card application system. Normally, this isn't a big deal. In the absence of some new software being pushed out, we don't get many issues, and...

I was so young when I had those thoughts "I'm ugly." I looked at the stretch marks and the acne, and I wouldn't pick out one thing that I likedI saw my thighs and envied the girls with thigh gaps I saw my lips and wanted them to be fuller My hips were too wide My hands were too smallMy eyes weren't a pretty color I hated my noseMy face was way too red And I couldn't stand the way that I laughed One day I was looking in th...

Julian bought the girl at an auction. Cheap.She was thin and small with auburn hair that covered half of her back. Her hip bones jutted out and her ribs showed. He could count her vertebrae. She was perfect.She was drugged and flown to his home in the countryside, where nobody could bother them. His maid tended to her, cleaning her, treating her scrapes and bruises, and brushing her hair until it shone. Then, he had her g...

Old man. Why do you sing in the snow? ... I fear I could break history with my tears. ... Yes I see, Our lives shatter like thin ice.  The will of the river shall run deep. ...Old man. Why do you cry? ... I fear nothing anymore. For you have found me and take me by my blue withered hand. ... Come home grandfather Christmas dinner is warm.   

Sticks and stones are vicious things,The hurt they bring intense.Whips and chains make chosen painIn careful increments.Words are better -- stronger tools.Brutal, ruthless, savage.They break no bones -- those truths, those lies.More potent is their damage.Your words, my love, they changed my life;I died the day I met you.You said you loved me, said, “Forever.”I wish I could forget you.  

The witch never knew what trouble teenagers could be until Rapunzel turned fifteen. The girl whined constantly about boredom. She complained at every turn about her milk, bread, and honey diet, though it had been perfectly acceptable until now. Worst of all, she only had one dress and it was green. She hated green.In a moment of impatient weakness, the witch cursed Rapunzel with extraordinary hair growth. She intended for...

It was our first date  Lights dim and plates full Perfect words spoken at just the right time He said everything I wanted him to say He did everything I hoped that he would do  He walked me to my door like the perfect gentleman He even held the door open for me while I got in the car But no matter what was happening, all I could think of was you Your image engraved into my mind as if you were there since the beginning You...

"Beauty is pain" Or at least that's what we were taught to believe.  So we get up and work on the painting that is our faces.  We don't sleep enough, but that's okay. That's what's concealer is for.  We don't have that perfect jaw line but it's okay, we can just contour.  Our cheeks aren't pink enough, so we pack on some blush.  Our lips aren't full enough, so we overdraw.  We don't like our eye brows, so we shave them of...

His music takes me to sleepWhen I am down and in painHe soothes the ache of despairWith his words, in his musicHis shouts of angerRelieved me of mineEvery anger he shoutsMakes mine calmWhat a waste of a great lifeA great artist that helped meTo survive my own battleWith depression, that he can'tThinking of ending lifeThe coward in me is afraidAsking myself is it really that cheap?To just end it, but others want to live.An...

It’s quiet.The dogs,My lover,My son, Appliances,Weather…Mute.Nothing,Save for crickets and frogs,The symphonyOf the subtropics.I bask in the rarity,Feel my soul sing.For when it’s quiet,When I am nothingTo anyone,I am free.

How can you handle it with care? When you are flying with happiness Felt like your feet are on the clouds That you could reach the skies above How can you handle it with care? When you are swimming with roses Felt like your body is floating on the sea That you could walk above the ocean How can you handle it with care? When your only thoughts are yourself Felt like you can do anything That you forgot he is there beside yo...

He used to look at me from the moonHe got brave and came down for meAnd the sun started to shine on meHe loves me to the moon and backHe showered me with so much loveAnd the flowers bloom around meHe can make me smile without effortHe can make me cry with happinessAnd the birds sing the happy tunesHe is my dearest man in the moonHe comes down from time to timeAnd he is still watching over me 

Another liter of fluids infused. Another two hours. Tired. Leaning back."Hello, dear. You were asleep again. You've been tired a lot recently. We may have to get you checked. Now lie back down. I want to feel your arms around me."A mockingbird was singing in the top of the tree. Loudly enough to be heard above the gentle, soothing sounds of the waterfall. The puppies were playing in the meadow.They settled down on the bla...

Once upon a time before the Normans came to this land, there lived a great king who was renowned for his wisdom and love of peace and justice. Caradoc, for that, was his name, was much loved by his subjects, and anyone, man or woman, was guaranteed a fair hearing in his courts. When he walked or rode about his kingdom, he would greet everyone with a cheery wave and a cry of ‘Good day to you,' and the gift of a gold coin o...