Back and forth, never stopping in the middle long.Strapped to a pendulum, hearing that tic toc song. Sometimes flying fast and high, oh how exhilarating.Sometimes slow, oh so low and slow, very agitating. Passing the middle never staying for long.Captivated by this rhythmic tic toc song. Each day passes 24 hours, one can whimper or sing.Choosing to grasp the beauty, or only feel life's sting. Not knowing what tomorrow wil...

On nights like these,alone with only my thoughts,my past returnsI can barely keep the voices at bay,they will not be silenced,nor will they tolerate being ignored A dozen voices whispering in the night,in an unending unison of judgement,"you cannot be loved"So many chances,and an equal number of failures,the result always seems the sameEither by careless inaction,mistakes that cannot be undone,or wrong decisions made from...

A story was contrived by those that witnessed his suicide that the King had died in his sleep. None of the townsfolk or any of castle inhabitants questioned the story. Michaud, the Prime Minister was named King with the blessing of the church and in less than two months he had healed all the wounds caused by the infamous predecessor.Carpenter saw that he stayed hidden within the secret chambers during the day and did what...

So in the year of our Lord, 1700 Carpenter saw himself and Elise make the trip to London. They arrived about a day later and sought a real estate agent for a dwelling to purchase or rent. The papers provided to her by her King stating that she was an emissary were a big help, as was the money Carpenter had provided. A lavish house was purchased on fashionable Wimpole street.Servants hired to keep the place clean and cook....

Holly kept her wedding gown hidden from Carpenter. She explained to him that she wanted it to be a surprise for him and Carpenter could only smile. He had not been with a woman that he loved this much in quite some time.Each night when he returned to the ranch, he would tell her what he had learned and she hung on every word and asked questions.Then one evening he posed the question of their traveling abroad."I would like...

You make me feel so down I loved you once But not anymore You only have yourself to blame When I love, I love deeply But you lost that love Now you are bitter and twisted Angry at me for your own faults Nasty words are sometimes worse than a blow You make me feel so low Forever angry, that this our fate? The love we had that turned to hate Its tragic and my heart devastates Your misery is not mine The things you suffered...

Cars, music, and wordplay,this is how things started.Together in the distance,but never in real life. First you needed me,then it was my turn.Both in times of need,bonded in a game of 21.Blackjack, and for the time of the game, we won.Now reality faces us.No more cards.We will never be morecomplete than 21The deck is finished, the game to an end.On to the sunsetyou will ride.I will ride my 'stang.'to a new life.Never to p...

I always wanted to be a cop when I was young. To hold a gun and shoot down the bad guys. I never imagined I'd shoot down some good guys as well. I never imagined I'd fall head over heels in love with the bravest, most amazing man in the world, have two beautiful children with him... and then lose him so soon. Never imagined such evils as a war that began with valid reasoning behind it and ended being all about oil and oth...

Dedicated to all of the women who have and still do share their beauty with me. Grandmothers, Mothers, Wives, Daughters, Granddaughters, Friends. Those eyes, Her eyes.The windows to her soul. Filled with a lifetime of memories.Accomplishments,Loves,Magnificence seen. Disappointments,Losses, Sorrows been. They still glimmer with living. Though in their darkness lays.Hidden soreness from:Broken promises,Lies told to her,Abu...

The harsh cry of the alarm ringing in my earsI rise through currents of uneasy slumber.Pushing through sheets tossed in restless wavesTo drag myself from the empty ocean of my bedOnto the bleak shore of the lonely day.Move on.Cold tiles underfoot, I reach the shower...Visions of glowing skin through steam,Hungry lips and fingers in the wet heat.Soaped bodies locked in sinuous passionSliding together to a lathered crescend...

I am sitting quietly in the living room. Reading a book or the paper, when I notice an eerie silence about the room. I looked across into the kitchen and then the dining room and still the silence was deafening. I then realize that the old Seth Thomas clock sitting on the mantel had stopped. Apparently, I had forgotten to wind it. I got up from my chair and walked over to the fireplace. Opening the door, I took out the ke...

I'm sitting contemplating where we are today. Comparing it to where we came from. I started to wonder, are we truly better off today than yesterday? We have this thing called the internet. It connects us to the outside world. Our friends are over the world today, but not the ones that live next door. We all have cell phones today. Virtually attached to our hips. Just so that if someone needs us, this very minute, they can...

You joined Alexa for a while. I saw you in the halls with the Pinheaded football players we used to laugh about. You mostly ignored me the first half of sophomore year, and, surprisingly, so did the Blonde Squad. That all changed right around finals time though. I was absent for two days and when I came back, I was ghost-like and shaky. I was the frail girl we used to joke about - the one I never thought I'd be. I actuall...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurryTo serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch.The earth beneath her royal trainLies lost in slumber, deep, dark sleep.Pine trees spike into the sk...

He's outside in the backyardDeep in his own thoughtsWhen thunder claps overheadIn the present, no longer lost. He hears the rain comingWalking across the forest floorRunning to the house for safetyAs close as the backdoor. The storms strikes with voracityPelting the window and paneDeep within him the noiseRaises his internal pain. Sheets of rain continueTo claw at the window glassWhile inside him a larger stormReminders h...