What is this feeling that consumes my heart, A burning passion that sets me apart? Is it mere lust, a fleeting desire, Or something deeper, that sets my soul afire? Is love just friendship, a bond that grows, Through shared laughter and tears that it knows? Or is it something more, a sacred flame, That binds two souls together, forever the same? What is love, if it's not real, A figment of our minds, a fantasy we feel? Ca...

The purpose of our life, How do we know when there is no guide? Is one supposed to be happy? Who said life is all about being merry? Or should one go through pain? How do we know that's not the aim? Is there such thing as destiny? If yes, why so much cruelty? If no, then why inequality? Ever thought why are we here for? Definitely not to destroy... Then why is survival a fight? When it should be easy? Why differentiate an...

I have come here. I have come here to ponder a question. I sit on the edge before the waves of dawn to learn this humble question. The sand is soft as I struggle in and out of my childhood memory. God? Are the waves speaking to me? Am I a wronged man? Here by the waves on the soft sand. God? Am I a mad man? Here on the edge. Did you give me a destiny? Can I learn my lessons and wash away my questions. Is it wise to rinse...

Once there was a little girl. This particular little girl was always curious. She was brimming with questions that spilled over in a constant babble of queries.  But with each answer she was provided, her curiosity grew. When she was small, her mother seemed to have all the answers. And as endless as the little girl's curiosity was so too was her mother's patience. Whenever she asked her mother a question, her mother woul...

  Black Birds Cold night air pinched at the darkness. Frost painted featherlike patterns on the windscreens of the parked cars along the street. Grass huddled together beneath their icing sugar coating. A neon light at the corner of the street failed to notify anyone of the great deals Joe’s Café had to offer, the street had been plunged into darkness. The power outages were getting worse, and the outlook reported was ble...

Who are you when the white-hot reality of the day shines down?When there is nowhere left to hide and I see who you are.How clever you are at hiding the truth.What is left of us now that I see you? Who are you when the shadows of deceit are stripped bare?When all the lies that you told come crashing down on me.How you managed to blind me with desire, love, and hope.What am I supposed to do now that I feel heartbroken and f...

I look in the mirror Who do I see A stranger looks back at me Unanswered questions  Pop in my head Closing my eyes tight I repeat several times Who do you see Not today  I must be strong Don't break now Can't let the tears fall Don't let others down Take a deep breath Soon the mask is in place Feelings pushed back  A smile on my face Face the world Don't let on Hide the pain Don't show the hurt Do you see me  

"My Uncle Patrick is in Canada," one young boy announced to me on Friday. I was on outside duty that afternoon and it was rather quiet, so I was standing on one of the boxes that the kids can climb up and then slide down, blowing bubbles for the few interested children. It was mostly the 2 and 3-year-olds that cared, while some of the older children, especially the boys, shrugged and ran off to find something else to do....

u·to·pi·ayooˈtōpēə/NounAn imagined place or state of things in which everything is perfect   Lines. Entry 1)  I should not be writing, or feeling. They tell me that numbness is normal. They imagined the signs, they envisioned the nightmares, and they feared the potential credibility that lay within the pages. More important than their future, they feared their imagination. What beasts, what society, what ideas could they...

Sometimes I guess I am selfish, denying what is true. Or could be true. So many things have no definitive answers that I go crazy. But not technically crazy. I have been tested after all. So many tests. No actual answer. I'm fine. "You're fine." I get that "result" all the time. Everyone must see bright lights and hear high pitched whistles like those of a steam train that runs right through your brain. I am not clinicall...

Children are very curious and inquisitive, so naturally, questions about bodies and body parts are going to come up in my job. How one handles it, is key. Of course, there is that classic childhood game of 'Show me yours, and I'll show you mine.' I figured out early on that if you overreact to children playing that game, then they're going to try and hide and play it more often because they know they're not supposed to. S...

My last story that I published on this site was deep and dark and very real life, so I thought I would lighten the mood a little this week and have a bit of fun with this story. I mentioned in one of my other stories, that American influences are gaining popularity here in New Zealand, and that I had a few questions so here we go. Some questions and maybe a rant or two, about the growing American cultural influence in NZ....

I am at a loss now and I don't understand what this world is coming to. Since when is it possible to put a dollar amount on a person’s life? My heart is breaking for the families who lost loves ones in the recent tragedies and the people that witness them. However, accidents happen every day, if we seek compensation for witnessing these events. How is this going to help? Where does this end? If we come across a car accide...

do I still have to stay?do I still have to care?tell me, please, why should I?tell me, please, who says so?do I still have to show up?do I still have to try?tell me, please, what's the point?tell me, please, when will I know?do I still have to smile?do I still have to pretend?tell me, please, where did the time go?tell me, please, how did it slip away?do you know the who-what-where-when-why and how of it all?tell me, plea...

Hi. How's things? ...Yeah, been awhile. Anyway, thinking of you. ...True. Don't know what to say. ...Sure I do. Omigod. Of course. ... You can't believe that. Not really. Please don't say that. ... Okay, dammit. It hurt me. Alright? ... No. You're right. My fault. Forgive me. Won't happen again. ...For you to say. Your decision. ... Yes it has! That's how we played this game. ...A damned game! Not real. You know it's not....