Lonely:With his good hand, Tom raised his glass and drank deeply. Blergh! He thought, making a face. Raspberry Vodka. It was all they had. All he could find in the house, all the other drinks and alcohol being wasted on the mourners at Cheryl's wake. He'd found the raspberry vodka in Sue's room, stashed under her bed. He didn't know what had possessed him to check there, but a thought at the back of his head struck him wh...
Dear Bryce, I've come to realize, three things that should never be withheld from being said are, "Please," "Thank you," and, "I'm sorry." Please, don't take this letter the wrong way. This isn't an attempt to reestablish contact with you or rekindle our friendship. Although, I would like to talk to you again, see how you've been, and possibly even become friends again, I don't think this is the place, way, or time. ...
I hate this kinda crap. There’s nothing worse than when someone you care for dies and everyone stands around crying and the over-hyped lamentations begin. Somehow, whatever faults and shortcomings they had have now been replaced by qualities of sainthood. I always try to stand at the back at these sort of things. Rolling my eyes is a private thing and rightly so. I’m not a complete jerk. Still and all it does bother me th...
Sprinkling softly, the rain falls down to earth, like tears from the heavens. Ironic in this moment, as my own eyes start to well. I close my eyes and bite my lip, pushing back my feelings as a clap of thunder shakes the ground. My once-treasured thunderstorms are leaving me empty, broken. Thanks to you. Bittersweet I suppose, I always knew deep down I was never good enough. Oh so painfully you made it crystal clear to me...
When I was twenty years old my grandfather was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. He passed before I turned twenty-one. In all my years leading up to that day no one ever sat me down and taught me how to deal with the pain of loss. There were no classes in school. My mom never explained how it would feel, or how to cope with that pit in your stomach. It was just one of those things I had to figure out on my own. One of the...
Dagger to one's heart, pierced deep. Words so strong, stunned from where? Not enough so, twisted with poisoned tongue. Take notice, one's world crumbles. Flame consume all, heart turns to ash. Leaving one to wonder, and stumble. One last stab, deep to one's soul. Wind blows east, as if one never existed.
Sometimes one hesitates to tell a personal story because it exposes the authenticity of a person. If you’re a member of my family, or a colleague of mine, you’ve heard me tell parts of this story in person. You’ll know my secret identity when you read this and you’ll hold secrets to my other stories that my pseudonym disguises. And I will not know who you are and that’s unsettling to me. Makes me nervous. (Leap of faith n...
It's unfortunate when you try something new and it all goes to pot. Big Dave is only too familiar with such misfortune, his rundown bar barely covers the rent and its faulty neon sign seems rather appropriate. Although, I kinda like the way his 'Rock Bar' trade name flickers and dies periodically, because sooner or later it always lights up and shines again. Despite its obvious shortcomings, when out shopping or whatever...
“There’s a bluebird in my heart that Wants to get out, But I’m too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I’m not going To let anyone see You” Charles Bukowski When loneliness became a part of me In such a way that others could not see. My heart forgot to feel, it hurt so much, And locked itself up tight against a touch. The bluebirds came to nest, they lost their way. They could no longer fly, they had to stay. W...
What if you hadn’t been there, if we hadn’t met that day, what if when I’d looked at you, you’d looked the other way? What if I had been older, would you have found a way to stay, what if we hadn’t parted, each going our separate way? Would our lives have been different, would we have made it last? Would we have stayed together or remained in each other’s past? What if we hadn’t met again, years later, quite by chance? Wh...
You were born with your eyes closed What colour they were, I’ll never know Your chest was still, but you felt warm Your face was beautiful, with skin so soft My tears were wet, they ran down my cheeks My sobs were loud, but no-one cared My heart was shattered, and will never heal I created a life for you, in my heart and mind Where you are happy, loved and remembered You are my angel in heaven, who was born sleeping
Looking at the blank page in front of her She realizes that she could fill it a million times over With all her thoughts and emotions Currently running through her veins. But what is it that she feels she really needs to say Is it thank you for the all the love and support? Or maybe that she’s sorry? No, its all that and more… You see as much as she is going to fight With all she believes and all the love she holds dear S...
my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing ever to grow. my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing will ever grow. no more loss to bear. my heart is empty. my heart is stone. not a single crack. nothing will ever grow. no more loss to bear. say fuck you cancer. written in honour and respect. Deborah Jo Pamela ...
Wait! I said wait! Don’t go. I’m not ready yet. I’m never ready. Every time someone leaves they take a piece of my heart with them. I only have a tiny piece left. What happens when that’s gone? What fills the void where my heart once was? No check and balance for my mind. Just empty thoughts without feeling. Darkness. Too great a risk. I must defend what’s left. Block entry to all who seek admission. Keep it safe from tho...
