She sits alone in the turgiddarkness, her swollen breastsfull as a gourd, empty assin; missing his boneless gums. She weeps, but no tearscome; she is dry as tumble-weed. Herbelly opens like a Venus fly-trap tocapture one of those wrinkled little bodies, but there is no goingback. The darkness has takenhim.The mirror throws back a cowering dwarf, leering and grim. Her face peekstimidly from behind hishump. She can think of...
Keep your shoulders icy, And keep your secrets safe. When life gets somewhat dicey, When all you love is strafed. Sorrow isn’t useful, It burns away the life. So little of it youthful, Why waste it all on strife? Remember those who’ve lost you, Not the other way around. Memories stick like glue, And hatred is abound. I once was a child, Who frolicked in the snow. Now that life is mild, I have nowhere to go. Perhaps if I’d...
The chill sets in whenever I approach, It's been that way since she lost faith in me. However much I try there's still reproach.This cannot be the way it's meant to be. Forgiveness now would be a kindly actFor what our love has been to her and me,Because my faith in her remains intactAnd she must see how great our love would be. It all began with something that was doneThat cut her heart and caused her doubt in me.It was...
Earl Powell pushed a shopping cart filled with two huge bags of dog food up to the counter. He also had three pouches of bacon-flavored treats, several packages of flea treatments, and boxes and boxes of little blue bags. There was very little in the cart for his own use; just a can of beans, a loaf of bread, and a jar of peanut butter. His needs were pretty simple, but he had a lot of canine mouths to feed, and that was...
I'm still trying to figure outWhat I have become,I used to get so high,Everything was numb,A lifetime of memories,Many have now faded,I didn't plan to live my lifeAbsolutely jaded,Repeating the apocalypticHell of yesterday,The smallest taste of HeavenIs the biggest price we pay.My own super highway,Destination Hell,I wish I had a dollarFor every time I fell,Searching for my purpose,But what did I find,I've created my own...
The chill is setting in I feel the loss againmy life is good I knowbut I still miss her so It was no goal of minenever meant by designmy heart is deep in painbecause it's been in vain No more of the laughterthat always came after our sessions of frolicmy heart's melancholic How did it end this waywhat did I ever saynothing seems to matterworlds are going to shatter The winter ice has comeit always comes to someregrets sti...
As I sit here writing, words flutter from the breezes in my fertile mind. So often, I try to put them on paper or utter them aloud. They come out in a jumble, as if I pulled them from the brambles in my mind. I use words to communicate and inform, to confuse and entertain. Words like the fruit of the bramble can be sweet or sour. Even when sweet, they can turn sour in the mind of the reader or listener. Lately, however my...
I heard the door close today. A soft sigh of air pushed aside. You, home with me after all this time.The water in my bath shimmered.Droplets cascaded over out thrust breasts as I shifted, Longing to feel your touch along my flank. Did the floor creak? A pillow of rainbowed soap bubbles lathered, In swaths I scraped the surface clean. Why did I sense you here?You’d never been to this place. I could hear your voice, its sir...
I am but a protruding thorn.The only reason I was bornwas to create pain and push life away. I reach to touch a fading sunand think of all the sins I’ve done.I lie beneath the brambles as I pray. The barren hand that I was dealtwas that I simply never feltthe feelings that complete a human heart. That which would make others smilejust bored me after a short while.Love never even had a chance to start. I learned to make he...
An intro to a story I am working on... They buried me today. Everyone always told me that this was how it would end for me. I never believed that it would. I was more than just street-smart; I was smart. I was young and vibrant. Charmed and charming. Untouchable. I remember mum saying, “Your thoughts and actions are what define you, Stanley.” I called it bullshit to her face. How could I have been so wrong?
The past remains the past, The present must be faced. The future comes at last, Don't let us judge in haste. Forgiveness is the rule, A new life must begin.Thus though the hurts were cruel Forget and love again. Remember all the good, Let pass all of the bad.You bless your friends, and should, Give joy and make them glad. Awake with dawn each day Resolving at your bestTo keep your hate at bay. Lie down to your just rest.B...
…………………………………………………………………………….. This was written for a micro fiction contest in which the story has to be exactly fifty-five words long. This filler is provided so that the entire story does not appear in the preview. …………………………………………………………………………….. …………………………………………………………………………….. ……………………………………………………………………………..……………………………………………………………………………..……………………………………………………………………………. Her head was on the pillow of the elevated hospita...
Are we always to be ships passing in the night? Will you never forget the past and let us live? Do you ever expect to regret and make right? Or is your heart so deadened by pain to forgive? We are sharing a space but I live out of sight. You ignore my new face so what more can I give? In this darkness I wander in search of the light I must shine for your soul to derive a delight In a new healthy friendship we base on our...
The day I said goodbye to the man I once thought I could not live without The silver Georgia sky was dense With murky pregnant clouds And the fresh scent of an emergent rain Infused the air all around We sat only inches apart on the wrap-around porch Of the house we’d chosen with forever in mind, A place where we’d found that love was not kind And that sadly forever was not in our design No words were exchanged, only anxi...
"Forget"Forget about how I loved youAnd how I kissed youAnd how my eyes lit up whenYou walked into the roomForget about the long love letters that told youHow you were the best thing in my worldAnd the short sappy ones that said the sameForget about the hour long back scratches and massagesAnd how a whisper of a word, look or touch from me gave you goose bumpsForget about that.Please forget how I loved your children as my...
