I try so hard I give it my best I try to please you I give you all you request But you are so loud And so very self focused You are easily offended You think I talk to much You feel I don't act right You hold it over me Day and night My every action is observed I try to be perfect But you always seem perturbed I want you to love me Or like me at least But you push me away There are others who come first I try to understa...
Let’s pretend it’s not your birthday and I wrote this anyway, just because. You said you want nothing done and we both know that will leave nothing undone. You are also stealing my fun on this one. I promised to do nothing for your not so special day, but I hope this little note will be okay. I have so much to say, but of course, the words won’t come my way….Let’s just say, if I were allowed to sing Happy Birthday, I’d si...
The low hum of twenty cement trucks permeated the construction site. Six trucks lined the edges of the pour site, while ten more idled in a long line around the perimeter ready to replace the others as soon as they had completed the evacuation of their mixers. Once the pour started, it would continue without interruption for twenty hours. Laying the foundations of a skyscraper is a very precise and methodical process. Any...
I wasn't preparedTo love youI wasn't preparedTo stayI've tucked, and I've rolledMyself throughThe lion's shareOf my daysOne foot out the doorPurse in my handKeeping all parts of me SafeWatching for signsThat things have gone southReady to make My escapeSo let me standAt the thresholdStill inBut not far from outAccept I'm my bestClose to freedomRather than harnessedIn doubt.
Will You Be Mine? - Adrian Gabardo I think of you all day, It's like my thoughts have been washed out, Leaving nothing but you in my brain. You have no idea how much I long for you, To hold you in my arms, To kiss your beautiful lips. I need you... Please darling, I ask you now, come home, be mine until time runs out. Your hair shines like a diamond, Your eyes gaze into my soul, Warming up this needy carcass that surround...
Nights Awake - Adrian Gabardo "Grab your lunch!" You order me every morning."It's raining... Take your umbrella!" You say, every... DAMN... time."I just want the best for you." You mumble on."Study harder than everyone else." You say, as if I want to be the best. You left the me your son of a bitch. You actually left me with said bitch.Don't you think I would remember? Maybe you really thought I wouldn't,maybe you would b...
As soon as Slade hung up with Gustaf and left the orders for taking care of Molly and Carlo, the meeting broke up, and everyone went about their duties. Gwen was the only one left, who did not have anything to do or anyplace to go. She felt going home would be a waste of time because she was not tired. Her nerves were on edge with the thought of going against Raven. She wanted to run, but going to the farm was too far. Sh...
Why does it always have to beThat other she Instead of me?Or anyone reallyWhy's it gotta be sheShe is not niceShe is not meanShe is the pastOur future is unseenShe's not your Queen.You take the blameAt every false claimYou played the gameAnd changed your name And now you know It will never be the same.But you try.Why?You try, fail, cry, and I want to know why?I am making a stanceThat you let go And give the present, the f...
Gwen sat at her small kitchen table drinking a cold glass of water. The room was dark, and her mind clouded with confusion about the decisions she needed to make. Raven asked her some tough questions of choice. Should she spy on the succubus investigation and arrest of Carlo to report back to Raven? Should she say 'NO' and stay as a witness helping capture the succubus killer and her group of fey led by Carlo? These were...
“Finally, it's Friday man,” exclaims Nora as she passes the cigarette to me. We stood outside the Salstone bar which is brimming with young people. Earlier Nora asked me why we drove this far? To that, I just mentioned it’s just for a change. She was worried that she might not get a signal on her phone which recently became her essential part of her family. “Oh yes. I so need booze, want to join?” I asked her knowing the...
It was a mistake she tries to sayShe tries to hide her face awayShrinking and cowering so afraidCrying and pleading, attempts to dissuadeBut a boot does not hear as it swiftly kicksJustice is dealt with large hard fistsHands grow heavy as punishment is doneLittle spirit broken fight is goneWatching her crumble satisfiedWith one last jab, he turns aside Alone in the dark, she sobs in silenceWhispers she's sorry full of rep...
Hello stranger It's nice to meet you No it's great to meet you No it's wonderful to meet you No it's a miracle that I met you But you know not of I And you may never know, The memory of you is sketched in the stars And you and I both know that the sun must set as it will rise in the morning And as each second, minute and hour pass you will be there and I will be here Because the Earth will continue spinning The waves will...
A heart fluttersSit, wait, watch wonderWindow sill a bird muttersEyes please open, seeFingers touch, pulse strongLight return to meHours, days, each passSmells assault from this placeThis surely not the lastBeep, a small changeSounds, a voice says my nameFeet running, feelings rangeRelief, guilt all mixed upBack to me, the bird leavesConfusion, I offer you a cupAssurances given, all is fineA gift, returned to meRelax, eye...
The elves gave Gav the sack that contained Giorgia and Poppet. He took it inside his hovel, where he turned it upside down. Giorgia dropped out of the sack and was mad as hell. Confronted with a mean looking huge red monstrosity, she stood her ground along with Poppet, whom she cuddled closely. "Who are you?" she said. "And where is Reece? Mum and Auntie Ginger are gonna be so mad at him for this and so is Kermit." Lookin...
Every Writer Needs His Muse - Adrian Gabardo It's the little things she does, the way she smiles, the way she looks at you, the emotions your heart feels every time you get a glimpse of her shiny dark hair. That warm feeling that runs through yours veins, every moment you think of her, that turn your humble words, into the majestic masterpiece they together form. Every writer needs his muse, that is true. Every writer nee...
