To everyone in the room, she seemed like just a normal girl wearing Vans, blue jeans, and a red hoodie. No one knew how her fingers still fumbled when applying eyeliner and lipstick. Or the struggles she had endured to finally match her body to her soul. No one knew how they had taunted her when she changed her name. Called her "freak". No one knew... As she stood inside the new school, she released a long-held sigh of...
July’s midsummer heat stuck. It stuck to the blades of grass. It stuck to Sumire’s beige romper. It stuck to everything and anything like a sweltering bog. Sweat drenched her underarms as she set up her easel and foldable chair. Even at her elevated vantage point, the muggy draft painted her body with its salty sheen.Wiping her brow, she gazed over the stacked rows of terraced rice paddies below, bristling with the vibran...
December 1999… I awoke about a decade ago, and had continued my exploration of America. I, however, felt an irresistible pull to the south. Unable to fight it and unsure of what awaited me, I found myself in New Orleans. Can blood drain from the face of a vampire? It certainly felt like it. Standing inside the art gallery in New Orleans, I was shocked into immobility, unable to move a single muscle as electricity surged t...
I am tryingbut three days in a carmake my progress seem very farThankfully the seahas come to my rescue again.Salt air, endless ocean views are friendsPatience you continue to showmile after mile day after dayEventually helping me find my wayI question again and againWhy am I so different, so bentMaybe that's why you were sentWhen others around me laughand enjoy good timesMy brain chemistry makes me hideYet you are always...
The transition is almost complete. I can feel it. Soon I'll be adjusted to my new age. It's been a difficult three years. I fought against it. A good fight; but I've run out of weapons. I'm adjusting quickly to the occupying forces. Of elderly forces. Of lesser capacity and capabilities. Of accepting the fact that there are more memories in my past than are possible for me to create in the future. The future is not hopele...
Chaos strikes without a warningDecisions made were silently stormingLost house, car, and job in a single morning So I cast my bootstraps on without gleeTime to prove I'm still alive, still meDiscovering myself on a rebuilding spree And this is the home I've made, for better or worseHave I set myself free or cast my own curse I became full of joy and endless wonderShe was quick to laugh and ripe to plunderI was the l...
Right on time you're on my mind, it happens every day The love I lost, the pain I feel since you went away You hid your feelings, so I never knew the things I said were hurting you Without warning, it was over you found yourself a new life I was no longer your husband you no longer my wife True love comes from the heart, and so it is with me It's with that love and with that heart that I set you free
Love comes in many forms, more than meet the eye;Some are quite accepted, while others vilified;But who are we to judge, what we do not know?The feelings of the heart are beyond what we control;I empathize with any, who must live with the plight;To love who they wish, which is their given right;We must be more accepting and end all forms of hate;Even if with baby steps, begin today, don't wait;Open up your heart and mind;...
If everyone was able to be free to be themselves, the truly vulnerable; no walls, no masks, no lies, their souls would heal, their bitterness would lessen, their pain of spending years trying to fit someone else's image of who they should be would subside. But they can't, they don't, they won't. Because they may never meet that person who accepts their soul for what it really is, with all its cracks and scars. The person...
Love is love, when love wins. Determined not, by the way one spins! Love is oh... so much deeper than that. It's not about what's under your hat. Love is what you feel in your heart. One can't flip a switch,to make it start. You have no control,or even a say. When love bites, and comes your way. Beauty, they say is skin deep. Infatuation, knocks you off your feet. Beneath the outer layer. Every soul becomes a player. When...
I live with the knowledge that things will never be the same againThat things can never go back to what they wereTo what we wereOn the coldest of nights, when the chill leaks into my soul I am put in memory of what we were together, and what we hadYes I am sadYes I mournBut to think that you are happy, makes me happyAnd though it is not with me, I remind myself that it is for the bestThe days are hard, the nights harder s...
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.You make meHappyThough I may not say whatOr whenOr how deep this love can seep itselfInside my broken soul.You make meHappyThough the cotton clouds race awayAnd chase the daisy shadows whereThe stars wink their tears awayAnd rest in fields of moss.You make meHappyWhere storms cannot abideAnd tears cannot quite quashThe tiniest b...
55. The age of post-midlife crises and doctor visits. Backs cracking, heels tapping, salsa lessons with two left feet. Getting out of bed is a little harder, you slumber a little deeper. So many pills you can’t even count them. The age of watching children go into the world with your blessing. Raising little ones from tiny tots to full-fledged lawyers in grey suits. Favorite Chanel lipstick discontinued. Your baseball tea...
I had come to the conclusion that when you tell a soul something, that soul will never cease itself from telling another soul what you have just told that one particular, except the information that was passed, varies. To prove my point, we don’t have a control over the interpretation of someone—how he looks at the things he saw from what you saw differs, conversely, how he take in words and sentiments from what one had s...
Yesterday, underneath such grey skies, a funeral and one more friend goneToday, too many quiet moments, an unasked for and unwanted lull Within, just beneath the unfeigned calm, lies what many would see as cruel This time, no more anger or sorrow, no streaming tears to hide or battle Tonight, this unsought truth may be cold, but this is what was called my cycle And now, I accept the end result, as all that’s left inside i...
