I could have weathered a million storms, Fallen for each of your numerous forms After everything we’ve been through I could have truly loved you I could have soaked up the rain And furiously kissed away your pain Whether the moon is white, red, or blue I could have truly loved you I could have gifted you sunlight And show you that you shined just as bright You’re imprinted in my heart, I wish you knew I could have truly l...
The Princess Awakened by the midnight thunder A sense of sorrow washes over me No one sees what lies under I only wish to be free I saunter to the castle window My last cry, the final plea My pain is as boundless as the sea I commence my crescendo “Is there anyone out there, Willing to keep me safe and warm Willing to shelter me from the storm Is there anyone, somewhere? One that shields me from malice He who would unbind...
The orange-red horizon gains a purple hue As the sun is swallowed by the sea of deep blue The waves roll so gently they nearly look still As a gull overhead sounds a loud, mournful trill My soul feels empty, and my heart squeezes tight As the quiet afternoon transitions to night I sit and watch as the sky’s canvas fades As the terns and the sandpipers march their parades The chilly night air brings a dampness along As my...
There lives a dog who is six pounds and quite accustomed to many names, but none serve her more suitably than Pepé le Pew! Pepé le Pew has ears misproportioned to the size of her tiny head; did I mention one ear flops? No, no I believe I did not. She chases her tail and whines at a high pitch, flips on her back and bends her tiny paws, kisses are bountiful–but oh my, Pepé le Pew, you have bad breath! A delightful source o...
Isolating this instance Carving away the pain that surrounds it Trimming around the edges of desolation I carry this moment in my hands I permitted myself to feel; The warmth of your body The softness of your touch The steady beating of your heart There was simplicity, When you kissed my forehead There was affinity, When you held my face in your hands For a fleeting fragment of time, I burrowed in your illuminated caress...
Nails on a chalkboard The sound of his voice The extra day’s visit When given no choice The fog-laden air And lack of sunshine The cool winter breeze Causing my sister’s whine The quickly raised voices Insisting they’re right The misinformation That causes a fight The great indecision Which channel to choose? The card game we’re playing That I’ll likely lose It’s time to embrace While the clock chimes sound And say, “Happ...
It is just a snowflake they tell me. But to me, he is everything. He is my start and my beginning, my alpha and omega, my exodus and my stage left standing ovation. No, I know it doesn’t make sense to you. If you’re like everyone else, you think I’m delusional. You think I am nuts, unwell, crazy, whatever word you use that you think won’t hurt my feelings, or will make me look at my feelings and change my behavior. I have...
Your arrogance stripped me bare, Leaving me vulnerable, Open and exposed. Such easy prey. Was it fun for you? Breaking down my wall, Taking a peek inside, The bleak harsh reality of me. Was it a shock for you? Seeing me raw, Real, Neglected and scared. Was it too much for you? The perceived idea of me, Built brick by brick, Each one punctuating the demands of others. Should I have lied to you? Painting pretty pictures, Sm...
“I’m sorry, I wish I had better news.” The doctor wears the face all doctors wear when delivering news no patient ever wanted to hear. “Do you have any questions?” I nod, then smile politely, unable to find the right words. How am I supposed to react? What is the proper etiquette after being handed down this sentence? Thank you? Questions? I have to have questions, right? But all the questions I should have at this moment...
Lily Burke walked the beach every morning as long as it wasn’t raining cats and dogs. On the weekdays, she walked briskly to keep in shape. But on the weekends, she allowed herself to meander along the shoreline, looking for shells to add to her already overflowing collection. Sometimes she would find little treasures like a button or a hair clip. But on this particularly sunny morning, Lily spotted something that gleamed...
The Princess’ Grief Princess Artanna of Tan Kolar watched her mother sink to the ground and lie still. Litanus, the acolyte of her father who had done the deed, released the garotte from around the woman’s neck. He knelt and confirmed that she was dead. The Night Lord, Artanna’s father, began the rites to ensnare her mother’s spirit to empower his new pact. Realizing that the lich who held her was gone and the mental haze...
You found me in the dark, A topographic map of my trauma Covered my body for you to see What a strange discovery you had made Extended your hope to me Lulled into a false sense of security Reached into my chest, ripped out my heart Just to watch it beat...for you The kindest words I've ever known, Have turned into vicious whispers The sweetest sounds I've ever heard Have turned into malicious echoes Expecting the hate to...
14th of February – Season 3 As Savana sat at the back of the black BMW 320d, she wondered if she wasn't overdressed. She managed a smile thinking about the irony compared to what she was thinking on her first night on Fuel. Savana looked over at the man who owned the car. Except he wasn't just a man. He was also her lover. He had a dark smile but it was one that lit up something in her; a fire. And while she looked at him...
At night I weep with heart's despair, Is there no one for me? To share thy life, mine evening prayer, One last first kiss by thee. Behold, sweet Patience doth surprise, Oh my, thou look my way; Thine eyes they linger, passions rise, Prayers answered on this day. Thou towers o'er at six foot four, But beauty is thy soul; With care, integrity and more, Unlock my heart's keyhole. Lips whisper passion in my ear, The bed absor...
At first I barely felt the bullet pierce the low-slung cocktail dress and enter my heart. It seemed impossible to consider death real, despite the warning minutes earlier from the mysterious lady with the black eye shadow alongside me. I always thought I'd have more time. Guess everyone does. My demise only registered when I caught sight of the spatter of red – my red – peppering his shirt as he tucked the gun away, butto...
