Separate from her comradesShe cannot soar, like they doCruely detached and condemned To drift Inevitably toward The darkness of the forest floor Alone and cold With bitter sickness Filtering into damp decay The leaf litter begins smothering Precious light, away from her eyes Awash in melancholy thought Tendrils of chagrin Drift through her psyche Like a noxious smoke and A soft contempt grows...
Many summers yes, have come and gone.Countless struggles, but still vigorous. Offerings abound, blessings numerous.67 plus years ago this old man did spawn. Like many who grew up in my day.Memories some good, some bad.Frequent challenges yes I've had.Damaged somewhat along the way. Darkness visited too many times.Demons alive, swim deep in my well.My secrets disquieting, not a hard sell. All color vanishes in those confin...
He entered their room online and she smiled and said, “Hi.” He simply replied, “I have something important to ask you...” Noticing he sounded nervous, she asked, “What?” “Umm... how would you like to go out with me?” In shock and needing a little time, she asked him, “Can I have some time to think?” He said, "Okay."An hour or so later, she was about to message him back to give him her answer when she noticed he had change...
Oh my love My Sisyphus Content to struggle up the crag To feel the ache of limbs Limbs extended in one effort Toward an endless goal Such bliss To stand at attention Wind smoothing the wildness of your hair Having sown your oats righteously so Knowing Down and up you shall go My envy reaches out to you Like the dove you are Returning Having found the twigOh my Sisyphus How can I tell you That I cannot sta...
“Three tee-hees do not constitute a manic episode! You are not bipolar,” Dr. Childers repeated. “You are depressed.” He seemed a bit irritated.“But they were three consecutive tee-hees!” I protested. “Not three tee-hees interspersed throughout the day like before!”“That doesn’t matter,” Dr. Childers retorted. “But since this tee-hee episode does seem to be significant to you, we should explore it.”“This three consecutive...
This musing only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Sometimes, I remember my phone's inbox is getting too full. When I am waiting for the bus, I go through and delete old messages.Just a sprinkling of words in a little message can bring me torrents of emotions. Some of them make me smile in passing, some of them make me snigger, and some of them remind me of wonderful days and...
Jealousy can set one into a blinding rage. Darkness all that awaits within this cage. Holding our breath till nearly passing out.Forehead turning purple, filled with doubt. Wanting something that we can never own.Senses delirious, all self-confidence blown. Reality fades, abandoned, no longer able to grip.Confusion rampant, mind goes on a revenge trip. Decisions become clouded, fueled by this strain.Assumed words, misunde...
You fell short of my expectations, took up time and created frustration You knew what to say and what to do, it's as if I was a challenge for you You fed me lies I chose to believe, that was me being naive It was not long before your poison set in and I chose to believe everything you did You had me doubting myself, acting crazy, acting out Always believing it was something I'd done, when it was you turning my words aroun...
I am a normal modern male in search of a new mate. I use the social media to get myself a date. My web page shows my smiling face with brown hair neatly cropped. (In life I am completely bald; the pic is Photo-shopped.) I tweet that I’m called handsome by a lot of different folk. (But if you want to Skype and chat I’ll say my cam is broke.) My Facebook says I cycle, run, and like to box some rounds. (That’s true but I c...
All this time I failed to see, There is no place for a man like me; My hopes and dreams will never be, A shadowman is my destiny. My late night thoughts are sad but true, What made me think I had a chance with you; You deserved much better than this man you knew, The best I could offer had little value. Each day I faced the hardest fact, That loving me was just an act; A chambered heart is not exact, But entry fails when...
