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Sonoran Harmony

The desert speaks...

The desert speaks with buzzing flies or other insects I can't name, lamenting mates. Or is it wind through creosote and gentle moans of ocotillo flutes? A limitless palette of sight and sound, as restful shade hides in the burning rocks. I wish the gentle quiet will pervade, invade my bones and stay with me.

I think I saw you glancing,just the thought had me smiling,anticipating what might be,oh the possibilityYou rocked me at the first sight,that's when I felt lust’s bite,my mind began to run wild,and my thoughts were far from mildThe sultry curve of your hips,and those tantalizing lips,your eyes tempting me to you,but I saw sadness there tooThen you were gone just like that,I waited too long to chatan opprotunity missed,and...

I open my mouth Sounds spill out Thoughts form words But my feelings are not heard You yell and scream I try to explain but face defeat You cannot see what I see Refuse to stop and hear me You point accusingly And hurl accusations at me I try to find ways to make you see But it just gets ugly You are mad, you are done  I feel the sting as my tears come But you don't care  You turn away, leaving me there I guess our love w...

Out among the glittering stars,the plumes of clouds touchthe sky like sleepy ghosts.I'll find you there,in this life and all others.Out among an ocean of spiritsflying soundlessly skyward,cascading glows cover endless flight.Lives flash through me the closer and closer I get,every song and dance that loversfound the other half of a heart in.I'll find you there,in this life and all others.

Hello little one Your timid I see Do not fear me Wait, stay and see My slow movements As I crouch before you Show my intention Is not to hurt you Big brown eyes wide Take in every detail Little wet nose sniffs  As soft white paws  Inch closer slowly Trust me, I say I promise it will be OK I know you are small And the world is big But I am here for you Come here to me And you will never  Be left in the dark again I hold ou...

I stopped on the walk  Frozen right where I stood Before me I saw a beauty A one of kind treasure The one and only you Your ever changing eyes  Sparkle green, grey, and blue Your dazzling smile  With slightly pointed teeth Is framed by soft plump lips Of the gentlest pink Your dark brown red curls Fall round your pale face You are a true beauty Full of intrigue and grace Good morning beauty Good morning to you I dip my he...

Be happy You command I try to smile I play pretend Be normal You order  I try to do it But it's not easy You want pretty I don make up You want funny I learn jokes You want support I lend an ear You want time I give all of mine You want aid I rush to your side But you want  And you want But I am just me I am not perfect  As you want me You accuse  I say sorry  You shame  I take the blame But I shall remain Faithfully your...

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...

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House of Horrors

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Rebel's Angel

Short story written in a poetic format told by two characters

REBEL’S ANGEL Written By: Anne Reed & Kevin Pharaoh 1A I can’t decide what I’m actually feeling in the early moments of this “one last job.” Fear and excitement sit in the stomach remarkably the same similar to the way extreme cold feels like a hot burn to the touch. This is all new to me. Crime in the upper middle class only exists on ten o’clock TV but behind these Bette Davis eyes lies the perfect accomplice. I am a ch...

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...