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Winter's alluring angel beckoned me, offering me freedom and comfort. I willingly went to her, my wants lay bare.  Strangely, the bitter cold did not sting. Her fingertips set my flesh ablaze. What was dormant now sprang to life. She enveloped me, whispering, "A new spring awaits. Do not fear."  I found sanctuary within her cradling arms. The snow melted on the ground beneath us, revealing promising new buds. Her lips sto...

Can’t rain forever (part 04)

Julie discovers the truth on her family... is it real?

“No, Julie… It’s because I love you. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you when I was buying that book, and that love grew the more I was knowing you. The day you smiled for the first time, I felt like if nothing else in the world was more important than to make you smile. Now that I know what caused your sadness, what broke your heart and confidence, and your enjoying life, I am so angry I could even kill those be...

I heard a new song as day was breaking, Rising from the heart of the waiting earth, As if the world from deep sleep was waking, Singing a welcome message of rebirth. The Winter has been hard, and icy winds Have sucked the joy from every living thing Casting a doleful blight on hearts and minds. But new hope stirs with the coming of Spring, And as new green shoots raise their tender heads Above the barren ground, so my hea...

The young Prince slowly opened his eyes and looked around. When he realized he was in the wizards lair he felt better. "Thank God I'm alive," he said out loud to the empty room. "Would that were true my Prince,"a voice responded.Felsar shuffled in out of the shadows and was soon standing at his side holding a large tankard. "Here, drink this," he said and extended the tankard to the Prince. The Prince drained it in one lo...

Giving Up

Yeah, whatever.

I’m not doing this any more.I’m giving up,witness me!Giving up. No more trying for me.Why should I? Everything goes wrong. Love, lust, work.Might as well give up on life.Or at least this life.Get me a new one,forget this shit.Relocate, quit this country.Get somewhere else,just fuck off,who cares about independence, anyway?Start another business,or continue with the old.Make jewellery and sell it.I hear women like jeweller...

The ranch hands took on their new duties without complaint; spurred on by the extra pay they would receive and being allowed to sleep in the next day when they drew the overnight watch. Although many times Carpenter met them while they were making their rounds and told them to go to bed as he would be in all night and that they could start again at Sunrise. For the next few nights he labored at cleaning all the blood off...

Easter, 1949

another musical memory

The more I try to recall whether I was three or four, the more convinced I become that I must have been four, because I was wearing a new, blue seersucker suit. I remember that suit distinctly, and recall wearing it to Sunday School at Catonsville Presbyterian Church. The only period during which I regularly attended that church was from late 1948 until August of 1949, when we moved out of my grandparent’s house, and to t...

This is not how it should be Joy escapes, sinking a golden vessel A sound, letters and vowels, words Verses of longing, a memory Aching to be reborn from ashes Wanting more than deserved The pain that does not cease Deep sighs that seek an embrace Warm tears flow upon icy flesh Love, happiness, a flightless yearn Beyond the stars a smile awaits These are times of angst, unsure steps Will tomorrow bring new hope Can the he...

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Phoenix Awakes

From the Ahes

Phoenix AwakesO great one risePhoenix awake and soarfrom war torn soulssmell and taste of burnt asheyes wide with hurtfeathers awash as Phoenix rises once morecry with the ages as he rises once morewings spread circles againcalling for his onewith tail of goldher wings full of love for himpressing her heart to hispeace and love flows thruher regal formwings fold eyes aglowlost love besides him once moreto their nest they...

Blue Moon Summer

A story about overcoming loss, and re-discovering joy.

There wasn't a day that went by where Lily didn't think about the baby. Blonde hair that fell in wisps around her delicate elfin face. The way the sun had lit her from behind so that she appeared as if surrounded by a halo of light. Her smile, pulling at Lily's Heart, as little fingers waved hello.This was the vision Lily Green had had of her child six months before she'd fallen pregnant. Despite this, she and Ben were st...

Damaged

What society says of folks like me.

Damaged goods, is that what I am?Has society sent me on the lam? I try each day, a better person to be.Not allowing all the world to see. The hurt, the pain that I feel inside.Hiding tears that are often cried. Each day a smile I try to place.Upon an others heart and face. Does that make me a bad person?Others pain I try not to worsen. Sending good thoughts to everyone.Hugs and cuddles, leaving out no one. Happy go luck i...

Room 237

Nell never wanted to visit the hospital again.

If there was one thing that Nell hated more than anything, more than taxes, more than bridge tolls, more than wet socks and rain-sloshed shoes, morethan garbage skips on a hot day and lumped milk and vegans who can't go anywhere to eat without customising everything on the menu... more than spineless parents and people who talk through films and eat too loudly and Facebook, more than snobbery... if there was one thing, ab...

The Mighty King

A lil bedtime story/poem

There was once a king and a mighty king was he, For he ruled with his might, and never thought ‘what it might’, do to all around you could see.He won wars and waited for revenge, and settled all scores that needed to be settled,but one day while he was alone,he started to think…and think did he,for what he ‘has done’ and what he ‘could be’.That day he was filled with remorse,and morsels didn’t take he,for he was a king an...