Questioning Stories

What is the mystery called joy?  A question I've often pondered,  During the long hours of the night.  In my melancholy, too oft  Joy seems to be beyond my reach,  A mirage that fades into dust  Just as I think I can grasp it.  So life becomes a denial  Of all that I so vainly seek,  Leaving me alone in the dark,  Clutching at straws, and each false dawn  Bringing me nought but bitter tears. What is the mystery called lov...

Some certain ransom in this agony, To write, to tell, recount, recite… That majesty of lying and signing that purified fraud a story is, How shameless could be asking a poem ask you things instead of me, And who is me? Some certain freedom in this rhapsody, To touch, to smell, to taste and bite… That alchemy of hiding by carrying that glorified mask a hero is, How aimless of me asking ten pens what they’ve sensed that I c...

"Why?"The word that pops into my head every day. Why? I don't know. Maybe I'm thinking about past experiences. My life. Being depressed. Everything. Nothing. I don't know.People tell me I say 'I don't know' too much. But I don't care. Why should I? There it is again. Why?The five Ws. It was always the fifth. Who. What. Where. When. Why. Number five. But then 'How' would pop up just to make sure that Why wasn't stuck on th...

We have been together for awhile now  Slowly growing closer  Sharing our hopes and dreams.  Thus allowing us to be  Each other's comfort and support.Over the past few weeks  I have felt  Distance gradually creeping in... You say you care, want and love me  More than words.  But then you say you love two others.So is it love or lust?  This I’m not sure.  But, when questioned  You get defensive  And refuse to answer. I have...

When I look into your eyes of blue I see you. Then why do I feel as though I'm on the outside looking in. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see love. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see kindness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see joy. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see pain. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see sadness. When I look into your eyes of blue, I see past hurts. When I look into yo...

Waking from my coma, Walking out of my dream, Living in my nightmare, Needing just to scream. My skin becomes a cage. A cage that's far too tight. I want to rip it off. I fight with all my might. The pressure always building, I feel as though I'll pop. I hate this constant feeling. Why does it never stop? I crave to give in fast. This is all I ever seek. I know that I can not. No wonder my outlook is bleak. My body takes...

His eyes were closed shut. It couldn’t be – he was so relaxed – so calm – it was so peacefulOh, it must have been a dream – he didn’t want to wake up. He felt light, weightless – he was floating A floating melody sounded in the distance Staying in one place – no need to move, he thought – he was floating Slowly, gradually, he began to open his eyes. And he saw A cathedral – high in the sky – surrounded by nothing but blue...