For all the fallen... But especially for Jer! The warrior cried Tears of fury The angel came down War torn and weary The sound of her voice Soothed his soul She read in his face His darkest goal Weapon in hand Purpose of stride He moved among them He didn't hide Her purpose to Protect the soldier Who in his anger Became a bit bolder Focused his strength Swallowed his pride Prayed for mercy Refused to hide Her wings surrou...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Darkness and shadows build walls around me,Easing the void of aching coldInto the black, still oil of loneliness.Screeching demons claw at my hair,Ribboning layers of scalpTo the broken brain and juice within.Slobbering maws tear at the bloody messThat has been my heart,And still the pathetic massTries to tremble a beat of life,...
LOVER’S LEAPby Curtis James McConnell I tell you now, it is love which binds us. Using simple blackhole physics, we shall prove this. Whether you are too cool, manly, cynical or intellectual to believe this, it is so. It is love which binds us. It binds us so thoroughly that love and life are actually the same word. Some cultures explain god with the words, "In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God." That...
Allowing myself to misplace reality's grip.Dwelling yet again in the past, feeling dismay.Into the bottomless depths of darkness I slip.Why could life not have been a different way? Trying to regain clarity, not where I want to be.Descending to the abyss, luminosity fading fast.Not fearing the dark, but the demons awaiting me. Been here many times, heart stressed, mind aghast. Plummeting downward, chilled through the bone...
An old man sat in the back of a decrepit yellow taxi. The driver, a young east Indian man, chattered aimlessly over the staticky radio that was forcing out a garbled version of what the old man could only assume was 80's rock. The young driver needed only short replies thrown in randomly to prompt him to keep talking so the old man was content. Rain from the heavens above poured down in sheets, causing ribbons of water to...
Ratta tat tat, the gunshots fire. The smell of flesh from a burning pyre. A bloody spray tints the mist. A dead man clenches his cold, white fist. The cost of honour is stained red hands, the mental burden of killing a man. Ratta tat tat, the gunshots sound, and every last soldier is on the ground.
The loud rap on the door startled me out of a deep sleep. I shoved my pillow over my head and burrowed deeper into my lavender scented sheets and tried to reclaim my dream. When the pounding started again, I sat up and turned on the lamp, screwing my eyes shut to block out the sudden glare of light “Can’t somebody answer the door?” I yelled, “Mom? Dad? Howard?” The banging started again; I threw back the covers, bounced o...
The mail Box The doctor’s death sentence still pains my heart as I retrieve my mail this December morning. For 40 years I’ve walked to this old mailbox. This will be my last trip. The week following Christmas I will check into an assisted living facility, then a nursing home, and finally the hospices center. It's a queer sensation knowing you're walking the last mile or so of life's journey. My old mailbox and I have a lo...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I am fat.What do you make of that?No truly sexy pictures of me,With my ass on displayAnd my breasts looking lush,Without comment of ugliness,Without remarks of disgust.No sweet lovers' pictures in photography books,No hand-holding in the street without giggles and sniggers,No posting of images, save for jeering or morbid sights...
I have no feelings, Lost A hollow sense of self. I want what I cannot have and Yearn for all that is beyond my reach. I want to wake up gone, Adrift in heaven Away from a world that hurts, If a broken heart hurts What then of a broken soul? Crumpled and kicked Longing for release But kept strung out on this thing called life A sick addition that caves in the spirit And turns it bitter to Grinding teeth and evil eyes And...
Can you deal with science? Can you know what is real? Will you accept the truth? Are you lost in the past? Would you allow for doubt? Would you give up your faith? Could you let in the new? Will you ever be free? There are quests in learning. There is worth in the search. Delving the depths of life Leads to growth and to peace. Ours, the precious era, Ours, the best of all times, Ours, the life of learning, Ours, necessit...
"And the shadow of the day will embrace the world in grey and the sun will set for you..." ~Linkin Park, Shadow of the Day. The hospital walls, They surround her, all white, no color, all pain. The smell of death lingers in the sheets in the pillows in the air She can't escape fast enough But there was a reason she was there, to say something of love to help someone along to say goodbye To a life she'd known.
Broken Rampart Tattered Golden Banner evil is on the march from the east from the north and even from the west darkness covers the land evil everywhere he who calls upon darkness holds sway evil men flock to his banner of red .. blood red simple pawns in his bidding of murder and rape drinking from the dark pool He standing on a hill laughing at the destruction we mortal men know of Him as Beelzebub or simply as the Devil...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blue lightning on the endless ocean;Whispers of pain in the ears of my beloved.I amSighs.AndGasps.Gasping andSighingOn the eve of Tomorrow,Bending and swaying in legends of...
This is the third chapter of an ongoing story You may not understand it unless you start at the first chapter They walked to the Ladies. The Queen looked at Art. “What did you tell him Oberon? He has a look on his face like the whole world is going to end.” “Yes, he does look a little peaked, but with what he's gone through the last few days I think he has the right. A few days rest will perk him up. Lady Aletta, will you...
