'Twas the week before Christmas, when all through the townNot a shopper was smiling, they each wore a frown;The cars they were parked in their bays willy-nilly,Whilst pedestrians dashed to-and-fro running silly;The children were screaming for this toy or thatWhilst their grandparents scanned for milk allergies and fat;And mammas in Ugg boots and dads in bad sweaters,They fast-scanned "Dear Santa, I want..." in kids' lette...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Where grace and evilMeet the screaming stars,Lamplight in dragonlightEchoes matchless lost dreamsAnd are torn apart in raging squalls.Twisting vines of sweet decayAre wreathed around this ugly neckAnd thorns of bitterness so blackStab down and rip teeth through her throat.Break the night and cull the heart,Or writhe the scoffing...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope andThe curtains are drawn.Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds,Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl insideAnd the pain rends destructionThrough chas...

Cheryl rifled through her purse yet again, racking her brain to figure out what she had forgotten. Cell phone, check. Wallet, check. Keys, check. (Duh. She couldn’t have driven to work without those, now could she?) Gym card, check. She opened the wallet and confirmed (well, reconfirmed — no, actually, re-reconfirmed) that her driver’s license, cash and credit cards were all present.With a sigh, she started to punch in St...

My mind is racing, With every word my brain spews on the page I feel part of my sanity come back. Part of my pain is lifted, Part of my heart mends itself, But only for a moment, Because once this poem is over, I get thrown into the darkest part of my head. In this place, I am told I am worthless, stupid, not worthy of life. I argue with voices inside me. Voices, so many voices circling me! I scream and scream, But no one...

What happens when the puppet master dies?When there is no one else to pick up the strings.What becomes of us dear puppets?Now that nobody wants to play.As dust gathers upon our still frames,As termites, eat away at the forgotten stage,Will someone please take us away?We forgot what it was like to feel a sun’s ray.When our dear puppet master dies,Won’t you take his place,Just as he took the place of the one before him?Insp...

My days seem to mesh together. Nothing changes, nothing gets better. It's a continuous fight, a fight to renew our once but forgotten love. How could it slip away? How could we let it go? You were my absolute. You were my home..

I was alone, and I do not fear it. I can live apart comfortably. Will it get lonely sometimes, yes it more than likely will. In the end, will I care? Yes, I want someone near. Will they allow me into their lives? No, because they cannot see me. I am the ghost in the attic.

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Not the sun in fierce, beating beauty;Not the cloud with shining essence,Laced from within with theSouls of the stars;Not the deep heavens of azure and indigo,Nor the silver jewels of the raining skies,Nor the bend of prismed angel wings over the mother's curve.I am the shadow of the cloud,Rushing, sliding phantom of darknessOn...

There's something I've forgotten;I'm not sure what it could be.Still, it can't be that important,Or it would come to me.There's something nagging sometimes, though,I wonder what it was...A thing? A time? Appointment missed?A Must? A Just Because?Was it maybe Ought To Do?Or maybe Do This Now?Forgotten Thingy, what is it?It's lost (I don't know how).If I return to where I wasWhen last I thought of it,Maybe I'd know? Where w...

Scurrying crowds beat down on the pavementsAnd screaming children bicker with their frustrated adults,Strangers to each other in this season of enforced cheer.Blue-white light strings buzz above the precinct,A harsh, cruel sneer to the ancient blazeOf my Christmas starAnd the drifting kisses of earthbound snow.No longer do shepherds hurry to a manger,Nor do the wise offer prophetic gifts;But teenagers gather around window...

I feel distant,More non-existent,As if I don't belong,As if it's all wrong.I'm transparent as a ghost,I stand by,As those I love the most,Just carry on, ignoring,The don't hear me, imploring.Please, please!I need to be heard!Please, please!Can you spare me a word?If only you could tell,How the words,Trapped inside me yell.As if my life is trapped in a screen,Or maybe it's me,They won't hear me scream.It's just a show,But...

Like a tree,watching its last leaf throw caution to the windand break loose from the only branch that it's ever knownto fall to the next stage of its existence,I have watched you blossom,only to stand by while you leap,without looking to see where you will land.Does the leaf miss the tree?Does it remember the blush the first time it was kissed by the wind?Does the leaf remember the way the tree protected it when the storm...