I can't rest because you're there You're my stalker who knows me I know you watch me everywhere I wish you'd just leave me be I never asked for this attention Your presence gives me chills This causes me lots of tension I now need to take lots of pills What is it about me that you like Is it the way that I dress I'm really afraid when you'll strike My life now is an absolute mess I told the police you know They're watchin...

It begins each morning at wakeThe endless battle of foesBoth sides press the will to win Casualties mount without regard.Victory claimed and lost simultaneously So many opportunities wasted Each warrior valiant Yet lay sullen in defeat.Blood flows from each new wound Scars from the past are empty reminders Yet each charge is continuously met Each side snuffing out hope.The infinite cost of the war on love Parts of a whole...

Allay me of my palette, this crimson range of stain. It plagues my heart and taints my art with memories of pain.

Lay not on that sheet for the memories that lie within press tender on your sores. Lay not on that sheet as the pages close upon us and our toil draws a blank. Lay not on that sheet. It is not wise in the least to tempt what’s held in thread.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of liquid lead oceansThumping against theLeague-thick wallsOf iron and stone whereCaverns of viscous bloodSeeps and pumps intoEmpty sockets of spikey stitchingAnd all I know isPain,Pain,PainAnd the sweltering molten hot ice ofAgonising ache.Throb, throb, throb,With the weight of the planetsIn...

  It’s familiar now, this feeling: a heart squeezed by invisible hands, phantom fingernails tearing at flesh that pounds with desperation. Misery squashing lungs like a squeezebox, expelling breath in stuttering gasps. Tears, blurring vision, running in rivulets over stained cheeks and quivering lips. Silently screaming, I stretch the cords that bind us until, ripped apart, the tattered ends whip back. Walk away. Keep wal...

Life is a journey. We travel it's paths. Though not always easy. It's always adventuresome. Sometime feeling alone.Encountering many challenges and obstacles. Our goal is to reach a certain destination. Many of us have several goals to reach. Some will reach them all. Others will only reach a few. We must always keep in mind. New travelers will cross our path. Greet them with a smile.Some face the same obstacles we face....

I lift the pen, it feels leaden in my hand. I curl my fingers around the grip, my words feel heavy and hard to grasp. I heave a sigh and smooth back my raven black hair. How can I write what needs to be said? How can I show how much I care? How can I apologize for the past? What can I say to wash out the pain? What can I do to earn trust again? I open the drawer, and the scent of paper wafts out. I lift one sheet out and...

What is this sadness, this pain in my chest?It feels deep and not something that will fade.It started a day or two ago.Or perhaps a week.Maybe it's been years, this feeling has been there.Dormant, waiting for the day to spark,To drive me mad.I started feeling sad, it is painful and deep.It turned into confused sadness,There is no reason for me to feel this.Now it is burning hot with frustration.An unquenchable anger from...

When they are too loud,They torture me,You sing so proud,It disarms me. When I hear their fear,As death claims them,Your arms hold me dear,I forget them. When my tears flow,My soul is aching,You say I still glow,I smile, disbelieving. When my sanity fails,Every time I remember,You weave some tales,I become a dreamer. When you left so suddenly, I thought I’ll be fine.Their screams faded instantly.I hear nothing but mine.

Pretty dress dazzle and swish Long hair flow and twist Clean hands fold and hold Dark book worn and old Quiet voice repeat and plead Stale air silent and breathed Curly lashes flutter and close Black hearts cold and froze Thick doors locked and shut Smiling mouths bite and cut Sacred ritual comes to a close Pretty dress over broken soul Clean hands stained with sin Dark book condemned with Quiet voice sad and unheard Stal...

Yes the truth is I'm torn I got a chance to make  Make it better than ever  You're stuck in a loop Wearing smile of disgrace It's happiness you fake You're with him but miss me Say words so divine Say we'll make it together When we start it's not the time Where do I go from here What if things change  What would you say Truth is I look deep inside Hope that my fears are lies I fear you'll stay  never come my way I wanna s...

Broken inside My pain hides behind empty smiles Nowhere to turn nowhere to go Helpless I have become Feeling like a walking mat Only here as temporary relief Once I'm used I'm thrown away Scared to speak no one will listen Who I am on the inside they are missing I wanna blossom I wanna shine The reflection in the mirror isn't mine Positivity is key but I have the wrong lock When the sun is shining I wait for rain Memories...

I remember when we met You were everything to meI knew we'd make a lovely duetYou were the sugar to my ice teaWe dated for two lovely yearsYou presented me with a ringI was excited and brought to tearsI'd be your queen and you'd be my kingA beautiful wedding dayA gorgeous honeymoonLove given in every wayMaking love in the afternoonWe bought our first houseNine months later comes our baby boyTogether we're each other's lov...

I have unfinished works: Poems and stories. I’d like to say it’s for a valid reason, but to be honest, I’m just lazy. I can’t seem to be bothered to finish writing a story, but I suppose I should keep on trying, and maybe something will stick. Stick!Like an insect,or sticky like sex,it’s all the same, I expect. As I write this, I wince in pain. Well, okay, maybe not quite wince, but the pain in my wrists is part of why I’...