Like the rising of the lambent moon's orb Over the rim of the restless ocean, Clothing the waters with liquid silver, And calming the harsh anger of the waves, So is the love of my dear one to me, The clear light of her bright presence soothing My unhappy tempestuous spirit, And turning my misery into joy. In the turbulence of life's darkest storms, She is like a shaft of golden sunlight, Suddenly piercing the gathering g...
I lay there, thinking of what could have and what should have been, if only our world were a bit closer. If only, you could have been straighter. If only I, if only, I was a bit braver. I lay in my bed wistfully thinking how it would have been nice to get to know you deeper. To get to feel the touch of your skin a little while longer. To look at you in the eye without holding back. To laugh with you. To walk with you, sid...
I open my eyes to the harsh sunlight, proudly beaming through my windowIt doesn't cleanse away the dread or mundane sorrowPushing greasy hair away from my faceWalk out the door, down the steps, repressing my failure to communicate From down the street, you call my name, but in my daze, it's distorted As I approach closer to you, a grin sprawls across your faceI force myself to replicate it, but I can't hide where my mind...
He stood in a large hole, perhaps four feet deep and five or six in diameter. The digging was strenuous, the ground comprised of gravel and sand. With each thrust, the shovel stopped dead, sending a jolt through his arms, his shoulders, his back. Every few minutes, he dropped to his hands and knees to dig by hand. With his fingers, he unearthed heavy rocks, straining to wrestle them from the hole and heave them aside. The...
It had taken some time for Alex to assess his situation after Arakne disappeared. Of the multitude of supplies he had started out with, only his bag, a few changes of clothes and an empty water sack remained. Even the gold he'd hidden within a pocket on the inside of his shirt was gone. That damn witch, he cursed silently. It was going to be a long walk, especially without knowing where in the forest he was. Alex sighed a...
The day dawned bright and clear with a nice steady breeze. Perfect sailing weather, just right for taking RL out for a quick sail. Car loaded, boat and mast; life jackets; rudder (double check) dagger board (double check); paddle just in case. Hit the road! Clearing the base, we head toward the lake.Enter the rec area and head toward the boat launch, wind still perfect, light but steady. We unload the boat and rig for sai...
WEST ONE They told him the badge would give away his affiliation, so he no longer wore it. Instead, Dennis Hsu had returned home in order to acquire a disguise; his civilian Vault 186 jumpsuit. V.S.P.F. jumpsuits bore a special insignia. On each arm, a golden police shield was stitched into the shoulder and in the center of that shield stitched in white were the numbers 186. It was a meeting that the police force wante...
Dreaming again Black smokes taking shape Forming a tall man with His black wings spreading out Heard terrorized screams Begging him to make it stop Found myself in his lap rocking Embracing me with his darkness Gone quiet for a while Hold on to him to protest but Thinking mind are not working Felt calmness in his darkness. Wanted to run and scape him Silently cried afraid to say my doubts Longing to have a glimpse of lig...
Tick, tick tockWhy do I even own a clockTime wasted I marchThat word came backSo sad we'd been on trackAround we go againPromise you saidNo not that wordOmissions I heardWasted chances drainedWhat did you gainNow I'm left pieces apartWords, just nonsenseMy hearts wrenchedNoises from your lipsSecrets destroy usForgetting you sayFaulty memory a plusDo you really thinkThat I would careWe've been through our shareYour life, h...
Have you ever lost your mind? Lost track of time or forgotten your name? Have you ever looked in the mirror in shame? Have you ever folded and still won the game? Does anything look the same?Have you ever made promises you are happy to have kept, even though your pillow is soaked with tears wept? Have you ever wondered if it's sleep or slept? Have I? Yes. I have nothing left.My biggest fear is coming true and there is not...
“What do you mean... I haven’t changed a bit?” “Nothing,” she stood up from the other bed. “Wait... are you saying that... You know, I’ve meant to ask... where are the rest of us, like... from this time... from the future?” Ripley just blinked. “You knew me... from the future I mean. You just referred to me in the past tense.” “Sarah—” “Where am I? You told us the John Connor story about Sam. But what about me?” Ripley ro...
Sitting here as I make a crossing by ferry across Lake Michigan and feeling the old Navy terminology coming back in my mind as well as the remembered sea legs like when I was on two of the three ships I was on. And feeling my mind slip back trying to avoid those flashbacks that I know are lying in wait, and as I pass through the smoky fires of memory and glance at myself in that smoking mirror I can feel my mind slipping...
Finally, no classes for the weekend. Mill laid herself along the couch seat, reading a monthly magazine called 'Flow' that included editor letters of love advice and local concert information in downtown bars. Jynx wasn't home today. Explaining to her of needing his space, he would head out from time to time but return late at night. All Mill had to do was leave her bedroom window open. Her apartment was on the main level...
She couldn't understand it. None of it made any sense to her. No one should have been able to find her, least of all an idiotic weakling like him. She could have sworn she had covered all her steps better after escaping that prison. Even worse, she couldn't understand why they even wanted her back. She was perfectly fine and more than capable of taking care of herself. The worst part though was him. It was bad enough they...
She is crying in the darkest corner of the park when a gentle hand lightly touches her sunflower colored tattooed shoulder. "What's troubling you child?" Came a soft voice. "I'm afraid." Deep anguish in her voice. "What are you afraid of?" Comforting voice, soothing her. "I will lose vibrant colors in my paintings. I will never be like Van Gogh anymore." Crying pitifully, declaring her fears. "Child, colors can't only be...
