I never imagined one day you would be mine.I thought of your kindness.I thought of your sweet words.You brought love to my heart.I never thought it could happen.Your smile brightens my day.My morning, noon and night.Your love warms my heartLike the sun shinning on my face.Your hugs so warm and gentleYour arms gliding around my back.Like a blanket wrapped around my body.Felling so much love and so secure.Your kindness in e...
I don’t know where this story came from, I saw something and it upset me a bit that’s all I can say. I don’t have the power to influence or to tell people what to think, your minds are your own. I write this because I struggle and because I feel the need to say it. I struggle as we all struggle. Mine is not a struggle with life or love, but a struggle with that of others. I am one man, but I feel the pain of millions. Not...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Red velvet kindness wraps my heartAnd heats my sodden spirit.Limp, bedraggled soul of mine,Grow with warmth and Shine tears of joy into the night,Where the monsters are throngedAround the ring of this light,And may not cross theThreshold here.Peace, heart,And stay awhileIn golden glow and starlight gleaming.Toast the soft sugar...
She hugs him, holds him, as he holds her- kisses her, on the lips and down her neck. Nibbles a little, comments on something, causing her to giggle. He says something else... she looks down, "Very few guys, past family members, have called me pretty..." She says it, regrets it, feels pathetic for letting him know that, for showing it means so much. "Are they blind? You are very pretty." He tightens his grip on her, lifts...
perverse thoughts lurk behind these eyes of bluereflections from the past bound in a darkened hue cloaked in a cape of fire horns topping my heada sibling of satan fallen angel dressed in red demented contemplations induce lurid fantasiesdriving sensations faraway beyond life's realities breaking bonds of guiltnot easy to undoperversities have to diecycle can't continue abuse in any formgoes against natures lawresponsibil...
The Fragrance Of Her Sleep Mine eyes snapped open then. Yes some compelling whiff hinted At luxury that peeled My seal-ed lips, how ironic That smell can break a spell of sleep! Yet as I woke there was No strong fermented scent, No sense of succulent Sweet sustenance, and no, Sophisticated spice sachet, But only mild tastes of the dew As it hung on the deep blue air. Mine eyes took in the welcome sight Of starry night, it...
I can still hear the band members playing a solemn tune. I can't remember what it was called now. I just remember thinking that it was fitting to hear such calm music in the chaos that surrounded me. It was freezing at life boat 8. The deck was crowded with people wanting to get into the lifeboats that were being lowered into the frigid water below. I still cant believe that my good fortune came from such a tragic and hor...
