This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Smears of glowering greyRoll smudged across the violet sky,Dusk sinking toTwilight sinking toStar-studded velvetRoiling night.A whispered curse is a wraith in the pit,Phantasms flying across the soulWhere emptiness weepsAnd the echoes of painAnd the twisted limbs ofThe fallen oak lie.Gone are the gods of old in the forestAnd dea...

I am never alone, I am never isolated,Because by my side I will always have loneliness.Only he can stand by me when everyone has left.My friends abandoned and there he was waiting for me,The bullies pushed but there he was to hold on to me,My family gone and there he stood embracing me.When he's here and when he's not, I know he's waiting, whether I like it or not.He tells me stories, of all my times,His words of wisdom a...

Barry hadn’t committed a crime for over twenty five years. Surely that was long enough to let things go, let the past swallow up his misdeeds? Enough time to move on. Standing by the front door, he held the handle in his clammy shaking fingers, gulping for air as his breakfast threatened to reappear on the stained carpet at his feet. When he’d woken up that morning, he’d been so sure he could do it, take that first step o...

There was an illusion around this place. Only I have been disillusioned, But only by fault of this face. The one I saw in a mirror. I was locked away for a long time. Eventually I broke free from my prison. I set out to reclaim what was mine. Maybe find those villains too. Loneliness settled in my heart. Only crazed voices filled my mind. Maybe if I was smart, I would actually listen to them. This world was lousy when I w...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Lonely in the night and rain,My heart is lost in bare, cold dreamsThat slide beneath the rotting mulch,Never to be brought to life.Let the shadows sing in pain,Shuddering mists upon the moors;The year fades dark in drifting seasWhere serpents writhe in hidden caves.Paper flowers and candle starsBite the air in darkling smokeWher...

Trying to think of something to type to show my love and feelings trying to pour my heart in a mail but I fail, I don't think any mail can do can a mail show that you're my universe? can a mail show you my heart beating harderevery time I see a reply from you, after such long silence can it show my excitement when I see the words "I love you" when I think about holding you and feeling your gentle breath on my neck I'm afr...

Lonely Heart My heart dreams still of you. As I sleep the night. My heart afire for you. As I wake tired and confused. Alone Where are you my mind calls. Where have you gone. Why did you have to leave me alone. My mind tells me the truth, you have gone. Yet I believe, I believe. For you still live in my heart. All these terrible hard years. My lonely heart, waiting your return.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A pathetic little flowerIn a terracotta pot,My leaves are limp and mouldyAnd the weather's not too hot,For the sun has gone and veers awayFrom where I sit alone;There's no warmth for me, a dying shade,Where winter winds fierce moan.I thought the sun a kindly friend,A kiss upon my brow;A fount of growth and blessing deep,But he h...

"Everything wasn't okay..." -Losing Grip by Avril LavigneI walked into the room and you walked out. I hugged you and you stiffened, I kissed you and your lips were frozen. It was like when you were on that one assignment for months and we couldn't be seen together, only worse because I know your assignment now is nothing like that. Why won't you hold me? Why won't you talk to me? Why won't you kiss me? I miss you! You wer...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Not the sun in fierce, beating beauty;Not the cloud with shining essence,Laced from within with theSouls of the stars;Not the deep heavens of azure and indigo,Nor the silver jewels of the raining skies,Nor the bend of prismed angel wings over the mother's curve.I am the shadow of the cloud,Rushing, sliding phantom of darknessOn...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.A coffee cup in a coffee shop,Clean white china,Round and perfect."Pick me," it smiles,A wink and clinkA-beckoning the cold travellerWith her scarf hiding her face."I can't afford you, coffee cup,"The weary wandererWhispers through the stripes,And her hand reaches for her little purse.Just a few coins,Just enough,Perhaps,To kiss...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.What is a whisperAmongst a thousand screams?A lone voice criesIn the wildernessAnd the ancients misunderstand,Mishear, misreadFor a thousand thousand years.What is the heart cryAmongst a thousand lost souls?The ghosts of terror ride the nightAnd crawl upon the skin of the trembling,Seeking the last vestigeOf whatever morsel is l...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.It's always today, but it's never tomorrow;It's never a given, it's always a borrow.There is always a moment when you say, "Not right now..."And to make it forever wasn't worth it, somehow.It's always a minute, or a day, sometimes hours;Then you pick up your bags and lay funeral flowers.It's always for now, whilst you've got tim...

This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me. I put it on when I need safety. It’s there to protect me. When I feel at my most scared, I put it on, and hide my fears. The pain I've seen and the pain I've felt overwhelms me. I can’t undo what I've seen, or even what I've been through. This mask I wear, the one you can’t see, it’s there to protect me. I've been lied to, hurt, and even lied too, I can’t...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Fragile ball of opalescence,Rainbow glass of milky white;Swirling laughter fills the globeAnd bobs, a dancing bauble bright.Held in fingers fat and chunky,Beauty of the hidden pearlMay fall from these clumsy digits,In their stumble, they unfurl.Sailing through the sunshine air,The opalescent bauble singsUpon the back of springti...