Cricket sat staring out the window watching the clouds move past. Her mind was flooded, as a plethora of emotions bombarded her. Her stomach was in a knot, which made her feel, as if she would be sick. She felt lonely, excited, sad, adventurous, cautious and lost. She watched the clouds because she never thought or dreamed she would watch clouds from above rather than below. She had many sleepless nights when she made her...

“Mommy,” his small voice was shaky as he stood in the doorway of his mother’s room. As she did most nights, Simone had fallen asleep sitting up with her back against the wall, surrounded by a sea of open text books and study notes. She heard the call but it was lost in the midst of a dream and the beautiful cries of violins. The dress she wore swayed as she danced. The tall, dark haired gentleman that wooed her lowered hi...

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...

The treetops flame in golden light While the red sun sinks away Behind the houses and the trees So ends my lonely day So starts another lonely night Of longing and despair Of wishing there was someone near Who has some warmth to share Someone who holds me in her arms As I hold her in mine If only for the briefest time A second would be fine But as I watch the treetops fade And loose their amber light I know I'll be alone...

When black clouds swarm around meand reach down deep inside,I push away the darknessand huddle close and hide.I tremble with the terrorthat has me in its frame,the dead tide sweeps across me asa darkness and a flame. I drown beneath those waters,I choke on that dead air;the fire creeps up my bodyfrom my feet up to my hair.As demons eat my entrailsand goblins burn my skin,I knock at Satan’s foetid doorbut he won’t let me i...

I feel the summer’s warm gentle breeze as it blows back the curtains the birds chirp and sing I listen for your soft footsteps on the stairs the sweet sound of your voice no voice do I hear downstairs the piano plays a melancholy tune the air smells of old oak and cedar no fragrant perfume the humid air ever damp on my face the sweat stings my eyes or is that the tears I look for you through the window you are not down by...

A tumbleweed gently rolls by, pushed by a gentle breeze across weeds growing in cracks through an abandoned street, covered by years of silt and dust. Walking along, cold reminders of past lives reveal themselves:Pieces of railroad track lie broken,where once was a major entryway bringing in supplies and new neighbors...The shell of an old tavern, once the center of town, entertaining friends and creating new lovers...A r...

You cannot kill Love  but it can dieI nurture mine each passing moment I feed it memories of soft kisses gentle touches intimacy With a lover gone I know not where or why my Love grows stronger hardier with each day that passes It knows no bounds as it grows in search of her My hope ?Should my lover ever return or even pass by she might kiss a leaf from me to make me blossom  forever

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Peach perfect moon in an apricot sky,There are footsteps in the stardustWhere the diamonds of the sunCause a waterfall of velvet heatAnd shining shards of opal tearsTo stream on the horizon onThe edge of nightfall's waningWhere the dank abyss is hiding'Neath the dusky cotton clouds.Sunshine old and mellowLifts me airborne raised...

A vivid flash of color. Feelings that must be real. Living a life like no other In a false memory. See things and hear things, Things that speak of madness. Know things and hope for things, Things that ease the loneliness. People are with me. People there love me. If I am loved so much, Why do I feel so alone? I can see lives taken away, Or I can see lives brought today. Anything is possible here; Except, it seems, to run...

Every second, every minute and every hour. Day and night dark thoughts consume me. Repeat and repeat the same words. “It’s going be okay. You need to keep everything under control”. Sometimes I lie to myself and pretend it doesn’t hurt and put on a great show. But I wonder how long is this big lie going last? I really don’t know….. There are times I feel hate against the world. I just want to pull off the smirks of others...

You're breaking down to pieces.Your days are just a lost cause.Fake smiles and friendships no longer hold a meaning.Your "living dream" have never existed.Nothing.....nothing.Can make things better.Fear and pain holds you tonight.Wicked wordsare your only comfort.Kick and scream"HE" wouldn't never hear.Get over it!You fade in walls like a lost shadow in a crowd.You pull and torn down on your tainted skin.Oozing blood drip...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Blue so black,A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;Points of diamond ice prick splendourInto this thin, still-born air.Breath is wreathed around my face,Silver sinking, mouth to ground;A glittering mist of moisture's stasisBeads the frozen earth with glass.Silence, heavy,Hope lies coldAnd petrified in ancient wells.Rime a...

Decisions Cripple our daily thoughtsLoved ones pulling one wayFriends the other DesiresWishing to be a lone manNo one pulling, tearing me upForever tearless DreamsWelcome hiding placeAlternate reality in consolementForever alone DeterminationLocking myself awayFor the love of my descendantForever barred Decisions, no moreDesires, no moreDreams, no moreLife, no more

"Be happy," he said. Like it's that simple. Like I haven't been trying. Like saying "be happy" erases the fact that I'm being put on the back-burner again, being used as a back-up plan, a last-resort when there's nothing better to do. Saying "be happy" is supposed to change the fact that he pissed me off again. Who says that? Who says, "be happy???" "Be happy." I want to be happy. So desperately that I push too hard, ask...