I don’t understand how you sleep How your heart doesn’t pound out of your chestHow your palms don’t sweat While your fingertips clutch at nothing.  I don’t understand how your throatIsn’t a barren desertHow your barbed tongue forms wordsWhen it should crumble to dust.  I don’t understand how your eyes can be so vacant and far When the mirror shows you theTruth of your character  I don’t understand what you consider valuel...

It was not a great Summer. The girl I was seeing decided to seek greener pastures and I fought with my buddy Dr. Radio about the way he ran his mobile DJ business. We had a verbal disagreement which ended with my quitting and stopped taking his phone calls. It was on the Friday of that week that I headed out to drown my sorrows at a well known and lively bar/ restaurant named the "Fast Break". There in the large back room...

Whose chocolate is that? I think I know.Its owner is quite happy though.Full of joy like a vivid rainbow,I watch her laugh. I cry hello. She gives her chocolate a shake,And laughs until her belly aches.The only other sound's the break,Of distant waves and birds awake. The chocolate is fun, glorious and deep,But she has promises to keep,After cake and lots of sleep.Sweet dreams come to her cheap. She rises from her gentle...

They lowered Bobby Bishop into St. Petersburg soil on a perfect December afternoon. For Jonathan Wilton, who'd flown from New York for the burial, this was Florida's old winter miracle. But no Florida sunshine cheered Bobby now: lost in Iraq (K.I.A.), aged twenty-eight. No longer in the breeze, steering a sailboat down Pass-a-Grille Channel, or skiing the Vermont hills. No more sunlight or moonlight for Bobby. Christmas w...

The glow of the neon sign lit her face as she walked into the bar with a Gibson Les Paul guitar strapped across her back and carrying an urn in her hands. She set the urn in an empty stool and sat next to it, hanging the guitar on the back of hers. “Two dirty martinis please!” she called out. The bartender mixed the drinks and placed them both in front of her. She slid one over to the urn and sipped her drink, wincing as...

I poured my heart out to you today,spouted reams of passionate nonsenseinfused with hate, the bitterest ire and blended with fruitless frustration. I ranted and raved at you today,offloaded old pent-up, smothered fears, released thoughts brewed in darkest corners,unburdened my stirred-up, troubled mind. I stole your hands and held them today,I squeezed them tight while I said my piece.Pouring forth, I looked into your eye...

For my friend Ravenpearl. Marcie forever in my heart.   I wish… we had met long ago. Running through the fields as children. Giggling at butterflies tickling our noses. Grass so high it brushed our cheeks as we ran. All those fences climbed on the shortest journey home. I wish… we had held hands on a hill and watched clouds morphing into familiar shapes. Our friendship becoming seamless and natural. Always the trees bendi...

From the depthOf my heartOf my soul,I lay itAll before youMy friend.To showMy weakinessBefore your love,To showThat I amAfraidOf your kindness,To showThat I am readyTo be mold byYour loving hand's.From the depthOf my beingI'm ready to feelTo give allAnd askFor nothing from you.From this depthOf lonrlinessI'm ready to be...Saved by you.

They must be singing, songs of glory their sister has come home, I am assured the angels welcomed you home Streets of gold, beneath your once weary feet voice raised in infinite songs of praise I have no doubt; you are dancing Your sweet smiling face,looking down on us those left behind to accept the loss Tears of joy, of sadness will certainly fall gracing the cheeks of those that love you Hands will raise, voices will l...

You always did like surprise endings,A twist no one could see coming,And that last one of yours was a doozy.Days later, we're still reeling,Not from the shock, which dissipates,But from a grief that lingers.You probably never knewThe regard people held you in,For it seemed to sneak upAs we chatted and laughedAbout topics big and small.Our esteem grewAlongside your virtual menagerie,Vintage music, Exacta and photography ta...

He is Peter Pan, visiting at night.Generously sharing magical time,Smiles with his beautiful stories,Laughter with his naughty poems,Tears with his soulful sonnets.He is a multi-talented artist.Gifted in his own chosen craft,His powerful voice for singing,His talented feet for dancing,His acting prowess on stage He is intellectual, sweet andKind, taking me to Neverland,Letting me escape my nightlyBattle with migraine atta...

The first time I looked into your piercing eyes,you caught me by complete surprise;It wasn't long from that time, that my beating heart was no longer mine;Each time I gaze upon your handsome face,I know I've been blessed by God's precious grace;I love you more than you'll ever know, and throughout our lives, our love will grow;You are my friend, my love, my destiny, my present, my future, my eternity.

When my world is darker than I can understand.When my sky turns gray with no light in sight.When nothing turns out the way, I've planned.When I can’t sleep at all, through the lonely night.I turn to you like a flower bends toward the sun.You can turn me around when I’m upside down.I turn to you ‘cause you’re the only one.When I need inspiration, when I need advice.When my insides are wracked with anxiety.You lift my spiri...

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...

I open my mouth Sounds spill out Thoughts form words But my feelings are not heard You yell and scream I try to explain but face defeat You cannot see what I see Refuse to stop and hear me You point accusingly And hurl accusations at me I try to find ways to make you see But it just gets ugly You are mad, you are done  I feel the sting as my tears come But you don't care  You turn away, leaving me there I guess our love w...