I sit in the dark as the rain starts a steady down beat just like my heart.Wishing for something that is just out of my reach. The rain blows in against my face mixing with the tears falling down my cheeks. I sit in awe while the rain sings me a soft lull...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. Sometimes our days are gloomy,And they're filled with lots of pain.We wonder where our joy has goneAnd what we've left to gain.Sometimes our limbs are weary,An...
(1/22/13) a house is not a home- but just a place to rest your head a house is not a home- when your heart and soul feels dead. you go to that empty house with no one to greet you at the door and with all the riches that you have-" you still feel poor". r...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I amNothing.AndSomething.Something andNothingThat float in the ether,Shadows of grace on the ancient days;Patters of rain on the rocks of suffering;Bolts of blu...
This story only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.This mist of loneliness wraps its fingers around my throatAnd squeezes me into a vortex of despondency.It prods the dirty heart in meAs the moonlight dapples i...
As I view the world through the prism of my mind I see what life's made of, and I wish I were blind Nobody is happy, and those that say they are Have a mind that's torn, twisted, with a social scarThe beat goes on ... the war goes on ... But can life go o...
The Barren Woods When did, in the late spring of my years, the forest become so barren? Wandering, I can only find trees, with roots watered in booze and twigs of glass that whisper in the dark. The trees crumble to ash when I touch them, sweeping away in...
She was exquisite, a woman of pure creation. Golden shoulder length hair framing the soft, pink skin of her face. Brilliant green eyes bursting with a sparkle that mesmerize anyone near. Full, gloss covered lips glimmering in the light, hiding behind was...
This poem was written several years ago now, when I was in a deeper, dark place and I think expressed much of my feelings at the time about loneliness, my disability and how people looked upon me.Sometimes I wonder, why I look how I do?Why God created me,...
I feel like I'm in mourning.Something in me has died. Its been dead for quiet sometime, and I've just realized it. It's like the flame in me has extinguished, blown away by a breeze that came from nowhere. Now and then there are sparks, that comes and go...
The darkness descended upon the night, So heavily you could hear it hit the ground,The birds still sang their songs by day, But I could no longer recognize the tune.My feet ran furiously, But I gained no ground.I reached out,But no one was there.I looked...
Friday "I want you out of this house." Silence as I pack. "You're better off dead than doing what you're doing! You know that!? You're better off fucking dead!" I continue to pack...shirt sleeves (it's October), hoodies, Deodorant.... "That's what these d...
There is a door.It is always locked.No earthly lightEver allowed inside.Who knowsWhere this door May lead.Do we even care?We pass it daily.We turn to stare,Curiosity growingLike a mushroom in the dark."Who is behind it?""Who lives there?""Why is it locked...
