My boy lives in my pond The pond behind my house He whispers Whispers Whispers Sweet things to me My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond And tells me great tales Of his world beneath He is ghastly pale With dead hollow eyes Flesh decaying but I love him just fine My boy My boy My sweet dear boy Lives in my pond Behind my house Come he says Come join me and see The wonders around The wonders around me Don’t stray...

The tree in my backyard is on top of me. I know! I know! No one will believe me but trust me, trust me! The tree in my backyard is on top of me! It stands there, its large roots placed on top of me. It mocks me and teases me, telling me that my days are numbered before the world forgets about me. It inevitable, isn't it? The world forgetting about me. Oh, why me! Oh, why me! The tree is on top of me! The tree in my backya...

There are those who are simply unlikable, the kinds of people who without fail will irritate those around them in some fashion. It happens. Betty Leise was one of them. She had a nasty temperament, and was not ashamed of it. From since she was a young child, she was rude, nasty and sometimes downright cruel. It was not long until people figured for their sake, it was better to leave Betty alone. When Betty turned 18, her...

The days are never long enough for my lover and I. The minutes go too fast and the hours disappears. The rest of the foolish world thinks time moves too slowBut in each other arms, wicked time moves too fast. When apart, time moves too slowWhen together, it is quick, fleetingand we are force to bow to time once again. Our days together, our time together is never enough. The days are never long enough, The minutes go to f...

May all your dreams come true. stand upon giant mountains and scream  happiness unbound and wings now grow. Who can hold me down?  The chains of earth and hell broken.  The calls of annoyance from un-required obligations of others. None of those are important.  I am on wings and eating freedom as though a cake.  love runs through my veins now. Respect my new cap  may all my dreams come true.  May they come true because of...

Onward we march because we must go on. Onward we go because our destiny remains just on the other side. Who has fallen? Who falls behind? Leave them, we must move on.Mourn on the path, if you must object, Battle is just ahead and we must continue on. Sweet voices from the past cannot keep us in chains. Vengeful ghost of yesterday cannot keep us on the red leash. WE LEAVE THE FALLEN BEHIND.Behold the new tomorrow! Ignore t...

I do not know where God is sometimes. Olympus above sends no lightening good or bad to any of my cries. What is this heaven that people speak of? A paradise of bliss sent to bandage old warrior wounds. Souls and energy pressed into the wine press to pour out old bitter poison. Disappointment. Confessional organs swell holding back angry tsunami flood of discontent. What am I supposed to do against the angry hails? Disgust...

This is a tale of three men, an educated man, a glutton and a greedy man. Unfortunately for you, this happens more than you would like to believe. There is nothing remarkable about Riverdale Street, except for the town’s yearly parade that would march down that street. Besides that day, it was an ordinary street, a road for people to travel to get home and get to work. One evening, there was a man driving down on Riverdal...

Jacob Neilheimer was a gifted musician. Even as a young child, before he could walk, he could play songs on his grandmother's piano. His family, a family of means was elated and proud of Jacob. They brought the best tutors, they place him in the best schools and provided him the best kind of instructions that money could buy. Their investment proved worthy, Jacob in his young age, was better than his teachers were and bet...

Not long ago, in a small town in the United States, schoolchildren often had to walk past Old Man Jerry's field. Cautiously, they walked by the field every day before and after school. The children walked slowly, taking in the dark magic of the field. Old Man Jerry's field was an old grass field that caught all the townsfolk’s attention. Once a month, Jerry would trim the grass on the field, keeping it neat and clean. He...

I have no name. I have never concerned myself with names. I been living in the Anderson Ranch for the past...I do not even know. I been through so many families, they all look the same to me. Every so often, a family moves in, and I chase them away from the Ranch. Sometimes, if I am lucky, I take a soul with me. I enjoy terrorizing the families. I love the fear and the screams that the children make at night. What amuses...