December 1999… I awoke about a decade ago, and had continued my exploration of America. I, however, felt an irresistible pull to the south. Unable to fight it and unsure of what awaited me, I found myself in New Orleans. Can blood drain from the face of a vampire? It certainly felt like it. Standing inside the art gallery in New Orleans, I was shocked into immobility, unable to move a single muscle as electricity surged t...

For who is Love? My heart knows not, I write to you to plea; Dear Love, I want to meet you now, Please grace my life with thee.   You see, I fell for Lust's disguise, and Lonely tricked me too; A fevered kiss was not enough, For nothing found was you.   I quiver when his hand holds hers, love's in his gentle kiss; He whispers you with chosen words, I ache to feel her bliss.   I bought a pillow with your name, A cup and sa...

The waves roll in Hard and strong They crash and roll Over her tattered soul  She’s trapped in a riptideSpinning and churning Pulling her helplessly down To a Depth unknown  The struggle is real The surface seems so near She fights to rise aboveBut the battle is too much alone The monsters glided inSo smooth and sleekFull of grace and beauty Appearing to be so meek  The warning signs were there He didn’t want to seeMesmer...

You're a chameleon changing your spots Saying the words, you think should be heardPleasing every one and no one, your heart rots That's fine, of course, whatever, how absurd Taking on hues and tones of those around you Blending, never calling attention your way Losing yourself or never knowing who Nothing changed until that autumn colored day Who are you? Whomever you want, I can be her, and I do Responding, not now, no o...

Don’t lookWhy not?How can it hurt? Don’t askWhy not?I want to learn It’s doneIt’s goneUntied to you I want  The factsWhat did he do? PretendThere’s notA way to know In timesOf yoreThat would be so These daysIt’s thereFor all to see Just lookYou’ll findNo mystery SimplyA searchAnd follow clues The lureIs strongUnearth the truth But notBecauseYou really care What cameBeforeYou were a pair The goalWhen youConstruct the past...

We have been through many things together It now feels like we are strangers You still mean a lot to me However, I do not know where I stand. I hear you say a mixture of things Like you want and value my friendship However in the next moment You have disappeared Sure, you could just be busy With the real life surrounding you But then again you could be just using me and giving me a line. Whatever is the case? I wish you w...

Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots made me feel blue. Two children, a boy who would become my dad.The other one, a pretty girl, my auntie you had. I have been to the place known as The Ranch.Proud I am, on y...

"I am old," said the sea. "I have been here for millions of years." The mountain rumbled, "I am older than you. Before you, there was me." "Ha!" laughed the star. "It is I who am oldest. All time has been lost for me." "But I was the bringer of life," said the sea. "Without me your lands would be but arid wastelands. Useless and uninhabitable." "And I am the sustainer of life," roared the mountain. "It is I who cradles yo...

It’s always the same. Lock the doors. Set the furnace back. Glass of water. Shut the TV off. Then lay there. Until the courage comes. This is the part I hate the most. The dark. The small click of the light turning off. That’s when you come. When I am defenseless. Alone in bed. Without the distractions that armor me. Taking me prisoner each night. I reach for you in the empty dark. But it is too late. You have already eng...

In the eyes of another I would be thief.It matters not to them of my own hearts grief.Or the emptiness that dwells inside,A hidden heart that long since died. Lives half-lived with others twined.Trophies set proud, polished and shined.Yet something missing, an aching hunger.A desire unfulfilled from a heart much younger. Homes and lives left alone each night.But the yearning won’t leave until it feels right.Looking and se...

Dreams of love and a simple kiss, Wanting and hoping for romantic bliss.You look and search for the perfect one,Lots of disappointment and not much fun.To feel a deep connection and lots of affection,This is what you long for and search in that direction.You ache to have that strong embrace,That person that puts a smile on your face.Wanting to feel wanted and loved in many ways,Maybe you'll find that person some day.Each...

Running through the woods trying to get away but never seem able too. I'm searching looking for something some kind of answers. But the further I go the more lost I feel. Following this path then that but none feels quite right. It getting darker but I know it's still early. What should I do? I stop in my tracks and close my eyes as I stand really still. I start looking within myself Hearing a calm voice say"The answers w...

Walking down this dark path Having been here before Trying to find the light But never knowing what it looks like I continue walking Remembering everything We shared Felt Heard Loved Feared Admired But now I'm here again  On this dark path Hearing things with every step Laughter that scares me Screams that cause me to cover my ears I need a light Never will I find one

Where does one start to look? Since you're not really sure exactly what you're looking for, how do you distinguish exactly who you are now. I remember being called a brat during my growing up years and into my pre-teens. I remember being called names that I don't even like to think, much less repeat. I was married when I was 15. Some people referred to me as a young person, others referred to me as a child. Then there wer...

She sits in solitude Looking deep into her heart Looking for the source of what makes her hurt Looking for that split that just wont mend That hollow ache that just will not abate Her search of a life time Her holy grail Herself She sits in a mystical light looking at the cracks of herself Draws a deep breath and peers in In slow contemplation she pry's those cracks open They begin to seep One by one they start to bleed A...