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This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Smears of glowering greyRoll smudged across the violet sky,Dusk sinking toTwilight sinking toStar-studded velvetRoiling night.A whispered curse is a wraith in t...

Training Mantra of the Gingerbread Girl

What I say to myself whilst I train for a charity walk dressed as a Ginga girl.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Run, run,And I'll let you pass;You can catch me,I'm the gingerbread lass.But I don't care if you're fast;I'm slow,'Cos I'm going the paceThat my feet can go.You...

praying hands

a simle prayer and a dream

Praying HandsI had a dream with my lord CHRIST He touched my head, not once but twice. I felt my body jump up in bed I saw the nail holes in his hands that bled. I felt the power of his healing hands He showed it to me so I could understand. With faith in...

Pill

If you can't beat them, laugh at them.

The world is full, Of good and bad, Joy and happiness, And misery so sad, When all is hale, We're so glad, When woe prevails, Grief is ironclad. Old and worn, Seems to creak, Smiles can’t hide, How hoary and weak, Agony pounding, Inducing shrieks, Time pa...

Maybe one day...all those words of love will come true.Maybe somedayI'll be with herinner turmoil gone. a future carved outmaybe hugs will happenkisses and other sweetness.I have to hope.I have to allow myself to believe. Maybe one day...

The Call

look for a way for help..

Please know that this in the flash-fiction section. These things happen. Please remember to have hope and hold on for one second at a time, find a way to cope. There is always a way. I picked up the knife to see how sharp it was. I know how to do this. I...

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The trench

Inspired by a piece of military art I received as a gift. It spoke to me. This is what it said.

Young man far from home In a unkind land fighting a war he doesn't understand The night blooms with mortar rounds thundering in the distance  Beat of his heart a ragged staccato against his ribcage Pinpricks of gunfire like fireflies in the gloom Rumble a...

I feel so many things That when I take a moment to breathe A moment to pause before sleep overcomes me I cannot feel anything I am empty. I look on the past It’s a flurry of cold anger The freezing storm that lays a sheet of ice upon my forehead To cool m...

The world had become an awful place  kicking me in the gut, day after day  more bad news was the daily routine  Doctors and nurses had little to say Bitter and broken when it was done  I thought sadness was my new way of life  My status quo an empty exist...

The Dream Maker from Oz, Part 2

He gave his heart and soul to his love

Before the rest of this tale, a little history of this Dream Maker from Oz... Long ago, eons some would say, a young man was born on the Isle of Man. His father and his father's father taught this young man the way of a warrior in the use of sword and bat...