RELATIONSHIP: Standing between the swelling ocean And the blazing flame. Tell me, which path should I take. DESIRE: Crawling slowly, Like a caterpillar crawls, Towards the sky. If someday I also would experience The unbelievable metamorphosis like her. EXPECTATION: He is coming. Fragile beauty snatches my breath. Stretches my arms, eyes closed. Waiting... Crashing wave falls asleep upon the shore. He is nowhere. CONJUGALI...
There was a girl, So far down in a deep dark hole. The blackness all around her suffocated her. All she could think about was what it would be like to die. Little did she know, She was already dead inside. Every bone, every cell, Every fiber in her body was cold, lifeless. She could see pictures of her everyone she knew. They all surrounded her, Taunting her."Why are they so happy?""Why can't I be like that?" Then the ans...
She steps down from the bus, the city dark and cold, Soft rain falling, wets the ground, the silence taking hold. She pulls her scarf around her neck, umbrella overhead and walks off down the alley, looking forward to her bed.Behind her, footsteps follow or is it just a trick, Echoes from the walls, rebounding from the bricks. Her feet move faster, stepping out, but still she hears the sound, The footsteps keeping up with...
Somewhere in between,the useless child I was defined to be,and the man I hope to someday become,lies a path I can barely see or understandSomewhere in between,the liberation and joy at being told "I love you,"and the emptiness as another love turns to disdain,lies the key to a cycle I cannot breakSomewhere in between,the voices of friendship and compassion,and those voices turning to condemnations,lies a heart that cannot...
My mind is like a giant wool ball. Every time I make the effort of unravelling it, I end up with a few persistent knots I never seem able to undo. I am quite stubborn myself and I can’t help overanalysing situations when something specific is hovering around my head. And most of the time that ‘something’ is most certainly a ‘he’.You, Sir, have made me the most fortunate and unlucky girl in this frightening big blue marble...
In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verbal assault. I could feel the sting in my scalp as you tightened more and pulled harder, trying to lift me from the chair I was sitting in. This is not the first time. Why...
A silent scream in the dark, muffled cries echoed in hollow halls. Sounds amplified, making the quiet still and more painful. Wooden floorboards creaked with each step, years of abuse warped the floor beneath. Screened lights above flickered a dull yellow dimming to dark amber. Some areas submerged in the dark, for the popped lights now littered the floor.The walls were sticky and wet, stained red and thick as paint. A so...
You chased it awayBut it's back You smothered its breathIt just laughed You brought it to sea in a boatBut tossed overboard, saw it float You burned it alive but it roseYou buried it deep but it grows You prayed for reliefNo avail You reasoned and pledKeened and wailed What is this thing that won't leave?Why can you get no relief? The reason there's no place to hide?You can't run from what is inside The only thing left yo...
When one is not enough You lie Fearing commitment Wanting less Lonely Wanting more Suffocated Excited by the new Afraid to lose the old Spread thin Juggling Never satisfied And finally Old.
I feel the wind upon my face The lush green grass all over the place The trees are dancing like Southern Belles I cannot decide if this is Heaven or Hell A strike, a bang A bright light I see Watch Out! For that falling tree! The wind doth howl The fleeting yells To those of us who know so well The feel, the prudence, the common sense “Tornado a comin, get in tha’ cellar”!
Personal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 1:15am Logan jolted awake, the boy next to her didn't even stir. She was sweating, but she was freezing cold despite being under a blanket with a warm body next to her. Tony's father sat in...
Some certain ransom in this agony, To write, to tell, recount, recite… That majesty of lying and signing that purified fraud a story is, How shameless could be asking a poem ask you things instead of me, And who is me? Some certain freedom in this rhapsody, To touch, to smell, to taste and bite… That alchemy of hiding by carrying that glorified mask a hero is, How aimless of me asking ten pens what they’ve sensed that I c...
Icy flash!Awake at night!Jolt shoots through my being!Numbness travels up my arms -And as I lose my feeling -Heart thumps fast at such a pace,It seems to want to flee me -High pitched shriek Runs through my headMy chest in death grip squeezing -Body cold, I’m so afraid,My teeth then start to chatter -Such fear I feel of everythingWhy? It does not matter -Sitting, rocking, in my room -When will this be over?My life is rea...
You know that feeling creeping up your spine? Cold, wet, shivering, like drinking brine? It makes you weak and buckles your knees, Filled with dread and trying to flee. Walk down the hall almost pitch black, Too scared to run, not daring to look back. What is that sound? A creak; a groan. Neither are yours, you're not alone. No one to help you or hold your hand, What do they want? What do they have planned? Air filled wit...
The vampire tried to bite me, in a dream I had once -Instead, he bit my finger.I woke up with my heart pounding -My finger hurt. The vampire was someone I adored -He glided through my days like a slim, dark silhouette -He was always quiet – quiet, I thought,Because he was elegant and reserved -Quiet, then I learned, because he had no soul. I tried to kiss the vampire one night -We were standing outside in damp and cold ai...
