The story you are about to read contains mature content that some may find offensive.By choosing to read this piece, you agree that you are 18 or older and do not object to this content.  I wonder often, what do you all think of meTo suffer in pain, many would agreeI have fought back tears, crying for endless daysLooking out into the wonder, as I sit and gazeAll those words you said to me, I am unable to forgetAll them li...

I cried that day, as you passed awayIn my arms, where you did layThe warmth of your body, on those long cold nightsThe feel of your love, as we cuddled up tightYou were my love, my hope, always there for meAnd I was there for you when you'd want me to beThat sadness in your eyes, as you close them tightI whisper to you, your final goodnightHugs, words, nothing will ease this painMy love for you shall forever remainAs I hu...

I loved you for a lifetime We were two of a kindOur love always sublimeNow I just live in your mindPrecious memories storedOne spouse needs to let goFor the other heaven is the rewardOur love will continue to growI'll wait for you hereYour book is still being writtenYou must not cry any more tearsYou can meet other womenMy life is now in the lightYour book still not completeDon't worry I'll be all rightI know this sounds...

I hear the voices in my headThey speak to me, wishing me deadA gun, a knife, or even some ropeBecause this life I live, is growing hard to copePain and suffering, torture and guiltCrimson tears, that I have spiltWaterfalls falling, from within my eyesOf wishes to be different, a human disguiseThey scream at me, voices so loudImpossible to hear my own, from inside the crowdMan, woman and child, they're all the sameThrough...

There is a force out there both benevolent and maliciousIt forces us to push ourselves past our mental and physical limitsIt strikes when it is least expected It has killed probably as many as it has savedIt is a force powerful enough to make us defy our most primal self-preserving nature.It freezes and ignites the heart all at onceBut in the end, it cannot have bothIt invades your mind, your sleep, your breathEyes will w...

Dark PenanceGeorge opened his eyes. He felt cold laying on a slab of cold stone. He glanced around, but it was too dark to make out anything except a solitary figure. He was tall, clean shaven and wore a long dark coat and a Fedora hat.The man had removed his hat and jacket before he spoke. “Do you know why you are here Mr. Richards?” he asked. George tried to sit up, but his body refused to move. He was exhausted. He had...

We’re going up to the hospital to see Grandma Rae. I didn’t even know she was sick. As we step off the elevator, the smell of hospital engulfs me. I never like it but it is part of a visit. Hope she’s OK. A knock, ”Come in.” we enter and there she is. In bed, tubes everywhere, yellow with the jaundice of failing organs. Oh no! Grandma! You are never going to live, Death is already upon you! I can’t cry, maybe I mumble a f...

The first time I was 'around' death, for want of a better term, I was seven, maybe eight years old. For whatever reason I cannot recall the specific age I was or the exact time of year, all I know is that it was 2002 and it was either autumn or winter because of the series of events that led up to the deaths. If it was autumn then it was before my eighth birthday, if it was winter then it may have been after I turned eigh...

A woman, I can see you Gazing from afar With hair of gold And a mare of transcendence The life fades from me As the blood seeps thru my wounds But I do not fear what comes next For my goddess will come for me I see you, Valkyrja Riding alongside your sisters You’ve come to take me far away Take me to meet divinity That I may gaze upon Her tears of red gold And that immaculate necklace That sits atop her bosom Take my hand...

Tragedies happen in a blink of an eyeThe husband has a heart attackHe's a father and your amazing guyPassed out and everything went blackFamily gathers through this episodeYou're praying and telling him you careOperations and sickness down this roadHis life is complicated and a lot to bareThe wife loves him and cares for himHe's her lover and her children's fatherHis life is now a bit grimHer love for him is now strongerM...

"Miss, Vena! Welcome back!" "Aye, Vena. It's been a while sweet heart." "Yo! Vena! Over here!" "Molo, Vena. Kuye mzuzwana, abe na?" "Hey, Vena!" "Welcome back, miss snake. What'll it be tonight?" "I told you," Vena replied. "It's not snake. It's Vena. Give me a caipirinha." "You know I can't do that," the bartender replied. "Besides, even if I knew how to mix that, a girl your age shouldn't be drinking alcohol." "Come on,...

If he knew it was going to be his last movie, Oshiro Akiyama would have watched something more uplifting than a horror. Oblivious to the dangers that awaited him in his own home, he walked casually into his one bedroom apartment and locked the door behind him. He turned off the lights, took off everything except his boxer shorts and climbed into bed. Mere seconds after shutting his eyes, a dripping sound caught his attent...

He lay stretched out on the narrow iron framed bed Idly staring at the cracked and blotchy ceiling, Its surface resembling a map of no man's land, A senseless wilderness of craters and barbed wire. Unthinking, his mind was empty of all feeling Other than a sense of utter futility, A weariness that had seeped into his marrow Like the water bleeding from the walls of the trench Whose narrow confines had become his entire wo...

Such a load she had to bear, unbeatable pain was always there;She was so brave and dignified; despite it all, she seldom cried;When told she wouldn't make it through, she insisted there was more to do;She wasn't ready to give in yet; stronger chemo was her bet;She had such plans; she had to live; continue fighting so she could give,the world her love and heart and soul; To beat the demon was her goal;Our Lord had differen...

Her name is Betty Bowens, though all the neighborhood kids call her Betty Bones, and she lives in the old house at the end of the street with her three dead children. They are dead; she is not, merely old, very old. Her children died of different causes, at different times: hit-and-run, cancer, suicide. Two were adults when they died, the cancer and the suicide. Her boy Tristan, poor lovely Tristan, he was the hit-and-run...