Where do you go when everything is gone When you find true is not When your world as you knew it Is turned upside down When you no longer give a damn When you can not judge right from wrong When you can not trust And want the end to be near When you gave your all And got slapped in the face When you feel betrayed Abused and disgraced Where do you go When your to scared to stay When you feel you were lied to cheated on and...
Many summers yes, have come and gone.Countless struggles, but still vigorous. Offerings abound, blessings numerous.67 plus years ago this old man did spawn. Like many who grew up in my day.Memories some good, some bad.Frequent challenges yes I've had.Damaged somewhat along the way. Darkness visited too many times.Demons alive, swim deep in my well.My secrets disquieting, not a hard sell. All color vanishes in those confin...
My mind is a constant battle Of holding strong and wearing thin My thoughts are a constant prattle Of meaningless words and din. My eyes are forever seeking out The lost, the constant, in this place My head forever turned away From any contact with disgrace. My hands are trembling with unease They grip the slipping steering wheel My ears are likely soon to seize The sound of phantoms I can only feel. My stomach is a pit o...
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. 11:49pm 'Casey Miller' soon gave up the search for Logan after spending twenty minutes in the attic. He now looked for a means to amuse himself, while waiting for morning. Blood smeared on...
You have been gone so longOver a monthWill you remember me?You love my smooth voiceThe sweetness that you claimThe need the wantI love your words but I need to feel your touchWill you remember my smile?Will the smile on your lips reach your eyes?As I see you again, all my fears and doubts fly awayMy stomach has butterflies once moreYou're finally home
Why must I be the one who is punished?The one who is afraid to sleep at night? Who feels alone every second of everyday?I didn't do this to myself. I didn't ask you to hurt me. You sleep at night,While I try to pick up the pieces of my life. While trying to fight the voices in my head saying I'm worthless. While trying to forget everything and stop crying. For once in my life I want to feel happy. I want to feel anything...
Driving through the rolling prairie of Wyoming was boring. The children sat at the table reading books. My wife sat in the other captain's chair, as I drove. Our destination was Devils Tower National Monument. Verdant rolling fields of grass covered this area of our country. The road I drove was two lanes wide and snaked through the countryside. As I drove around one of the many rolling hills, Devil's Tower loomed ahead....
The house was quiet. The children slept, while their mother and I labored in the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving Day and we worked to prepare our dinner. The turkey sat in the sink where cold water ran over it. A big yellow bowl sat on the counter full of stuffing mix, vegetables, melted butter and broth. I stirred it carefully making sure that everything mixed well. We had two cats, one a Russian Blue named Smokey, the othe...
I stand in front of the bedroom mirror looking at how I dress. Black Italian soft leather loafers on my feet, black Dockers with a very fine crease for pants, a light blue cotton shirt sans tie with open collar and a black sport coat make up tonight's wardrobe. I nod my head in approval. It is our first date. Three months ago, I met you at Starbucks. Since then, we meet each morning for coffee and conversation on our way...
Why is the sky so silent.Clouds hang around likejunkies. The sun, floatingmountebank,hidesslyly, and isas clever as helooks. On a black branchsits a crow, its ragged feathers aninsult todecorum. He pretends topreen, but gets on with his real business, the old amoral spy.We won’t find meaninghere, in this devil’s back-yard. One of the higherbranches lifts its bonyfingers in benediction or a curse,mockery of this alreadybur...
You come to me atduskwith the faces of oldlovers tattooed on yourbreasts.You say they don’t mean athing,and then likeAriadneyou hand me a ball ofcrimson threadso I canescape from the mazes inside.I don’t trust those shards ofglassyou use for eyesor those lips cracked and bloody you make yourpromiseswith. As you sing me tosleep,my head on yourlap like a bird’segg,I feel yourhandsgrowing into a cagearound me,and I am afraid...
After failing the state exam three time I returned to school and used the option for another five weeks.So I would now officially graduate trucking driving school on November 15 of 2013. About two weeks prior to my last day I was informed by the senior instructor to set up my testing date ASAP. I called during the first break of the day and I was informed that the next open date is the second week of December, I took the...
Hope is driven by fear and by defeat It is a feeling of optimism Hope is a bird with bad wings Giving it courage to fly and to soar to overcome what is missing Hope is a thing with wings. Hope makes you dream of what seems unrealistic It is a feeling of over zealousness New ideas A new day It bubbles in you like burning volcanic eruptions It is like a metaphorical poem Hope is a thing with wings. Each day I wake, I see th...
Pain, pain go away,allow my heart to mend someday;So much hurt, so many tears,no way to stop my growing fears;All alone ~ no one to sharethis awful load, so hard to bear;The ache so deep within my soul,to relieve it now, my only goal;To sleep ~ no dreams of times gone by,I need the rest from asking why;Time, the healer of all pain,please bring contentment once again.
Yelling and screaming flooding my ears. A slap across the face. But it seems like nobody really cares That their son is awake. It's three am but the thief doesn't care. He's out for blood and more. The youthful body lies asleep in bed. The only motion is breathing. Crossing the street on the empty streets. A drag race begins only a few blocks away. Zero to sixty plus by the second stop-light. A child stumbles into the roa...
