The longest nightHow I wait for thee The time has comeTo celebrate with friendsWe gather around the fireTo sit and laughAnd remember times old and newIt's time to look and rejoiceFor the things we haveAs you watch children, parents, loved onesThey grow older on this longest dayEach one learns something newWaiting, anticipating for things to comeWatching, listening to what they seeTrying to understand changesNever knowing...

I promise not to hurt you In our love thingThis love is absolutely trueEven though there's no ringI love you with all my heartAnd promise to make this workTaking care of you like fine artNever treating you like a jerkLoving you in our wayShowing you devotionSpending time every dayYou're my love potionYou are everything to mePleasing me in every wayYou are my cup of teaI really hope you stayThis is not a gameI hope you bel...

You were in my life Every single day Then so suddenly You went away I do not understand the words Or how one can say It gets easier with each passing day I have a need to talk to you To see and feel your touch I smile as your presence Washes over me I feel you in my mind Your laughter in my heart Your spirit never leaves me We're only physically apart Someday we will be together If the gods are kind Till then my darling A...

I can’t help loving you. I just do.I’ve no entitlement To your affection, Yet I seek it regardless, And I’m blessed That you reciprocate. Our love is true.But our timing’s all wrong, Way off the mark. I failed to find you When I searched for love. Desperate, needy, I settled for a man Who wasn’t my soul mate, Who wasn’t ‘the one’.Meeting you now Seems cruel, A bitter-sweet find.Perhaps I should have backed away The moment...

It’s killing me,exacting revenge for all the times I killed it.It’s not doing it quickly, either.Slowly, excruciatingly slowly, as if to torture me,it reaps my sorrow.A cold-blooded killer,this thing just laughs.It laughs and eats away at me,like guilt,but for no reason.What did I do to deserve such punishment?I killed something precious.We all have it,some of us, too much,some, too little,some just don’t notice it.Time.T...

If you love him:Roses are redand daisies are whitegrab hold of your loved oneand hold him real tightfor time passes quickyso try not to missany chance that you getfor a hug or a kissIf you love her:Roses are redoh yes, roses are redlet her know that you love herevery chance that you getfor your life rushes byfather time does not careso savour those wonderfulmoments you share

Days of the past slipping by. Time is running and I don't know why. Maybe it's because I caused so much pain, Or maybe it's because I'm losing you today. Only a few hours left before the night. I can't help but feel that this is the time. So much to say and no where to start. I guess I'll try tomorrow but, What if I never see the sunrise? What if I die tonight? It feels like tomorrow's never coming, And I hope it never do...

At this moment I deposit in my soul these words words that live forever tattooed in my heart and in my mind because if they only reside in my mind I run the risk of them being forgotten and if you are in my heart there they never fade I know you loved me I know you did I know I am the most important thing in your life because you've shown me so I admit that I loved you and you have been valuable and precious in my life I...

It lay forgotten in a pile of scattered potting soil, the green spider leg-like leaves splayed across the cream colored carpet. It was the only thing out of place in the room, apart from her absence, the humming and puffing of one machine, and the intermittent beeps from another. Silence. My mother sits quietly in the rocker, staring blankly at the mess. I think to clean up the dirt, to re-bury the plant's roots to keep i...

Time What is time Does it stand stillIs it forever changing Can you turn it back Around Forward Or stop it Time is nowThis minute This second It is all we haveTime is me Time is you Time is usTime is when the sun comes up When it sets in the afternoon And time is night Time is here and now Time is the past Present and future Time Time is forever And ever

Tears falling down my face,and I feel like a disgrace.It is dark, cold and lonely.Feeling the monster inside me,its killing me, and I am powerless.The dream that never was.This killer taking my soul,my faith in love, I want it back. Screaming but not heard.I hate having you near,and not be able to say the words.A bottle stronger than me. Now, in the corner I only guess,at what all is been said. Will I be missed. I am not...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.3:07 in the morning,The void of night after the witching hour,When the world sleepsAnd the underlings of the underworldsSteal careless soulsAnd twist them crippledBefore returning themTo wreak their mischief bolder.I draw useless nicotineTo the edge ofAnother dimension,Through my decayed, gaping maw.No effect does this earthly t...

I was out one day driving to Lake Tahoe. It was a long way from home, but a nice drive. I was on a back road in Jackson CA, when I stopped at a small diner for lunch. I also needed to take a break and freshen up. The small town beckoned me to stop and visit. When I had plenty of time to drive, I avoided the interstate. California had some interesting small towns in unusual places. Jackson was one of those towns. Jackson w...

She woke up ecstatic to complete the scrapbook she was making for Angel, her boyfriend. She had painted the pages, pasted pictures, the only thing left was to fill in words. Her mind was blank as she sat looking at the scrapbook. She missed him. He was away, in Spain. It had been too long. She knew time would stretch longer. She let her emotions flow and wrote with all her heart. Then, satisfied she kept the pen down and...

I stood on the bridge;the hand in my pocket holding thewatch you gave me before you died.it sat there alone in its perspiringwomb. the dark was more thannight; it squeezed through mypores. the glass grinned sheepishly, like a drunken mourner, and the numbersfell about likehailstones; but it was the hands that lifted an Accusing finger. as I looked down, a darker Me thanI looked up,and made me see that it wasIwho had empti...