Traveling in a formation three AWACS aircraft passed overhead. Flying westerly towards home base. All volunteers. All part of a team. How does a loner fit into a team. He was always alone. Friendly. Not willing to be close. She was an echo in the shell of eccentricity. Where did her music come from.  Walking in the rain. Umbrella in hand. Smoking a cheap cigar. Alone. You served. You volunteered. Even then you walked alon...

How did those maple leaves get in your bathtub?Meh.  I don’t know.Shrug shrug. What would you like to have for dinner?Meh. I dunno.Shrug shrug. Did you enjoy the movie last night?Meh. Sheesh.Eye roll.I thought the movie was rather boring and am thinking of making sushi for dinner. I wonder if I have any seaweed sheets. I need ginger too, of course. Wait! Where are you going? Meh. I dunno.Shrug shrug.Sigh…….. 

It's crazy what you can find inside your mind sometimes. Scary, at the very least, and yet it comes in rhymes. Sometimes. I stepped up to someone I thought I knew, but it wasn't you. You knew it too. Didn't you? I fell into a colorful dream of dark and grey misbeliefs and thought I'd thought of everything. Inside I silently scream. Restlessness inside this day, wishing you could take it all away until I pray and pray. Ple...

The snow was frozen, sparkling in the moonlight.What have I done? How did I lose sight? Did I walk away from the fight that night when you told me not to run? When will our time come? After I begged you to take flight.Broken promisesInside I screamWake me from this dreamWhen I get lost amongst the willingly tossed will you hear me shout your name? Will it sound the same as it did before when death was there beating down t...

I know I have been here before. I could never forget this place where I watched the leaves change to vibrant shades of orange and hues of green. Or maybe the green was in your eyes as I fell asleep and you tended my cries. This tiny home so far from home. We walked away, wandered and roamed. Here I am again. Right, where I began.I love this house so much. Watching the snow, feeling your touch. Dancing nude in the backyard...

I wonder if everyone feels all alone sometimes.I wonder if I'd done less drugs, would my mind be clearer? Would I have more answers and less questions?I wonder if I've completely accepted my past enough so to leave it behind.I wonder what that tarot card really means. The outcome is not one I can quite figure out.I wonder if I have any strawberry jelly because it sounds delicious right now. I wonder what the future will b...

Where does the sun goWhen he sneaks away,When the day turns to nightAnd my thoughts fly astrayOn the wings of the whispersThat flit round my head,And the shadows creep upAnd crawl under my bed?What does he see,This bright sun of the mornAs he rides through the heavensWhere angels are bornAnd the stars of dark velvetFling ice chips to cloudsThat soft drift falling snowOn the earth in bright shrouds?How does he feel,Jolly s...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Face in the shadowsWhere eyes burn black candlesAnd wax in the waterHas armoured the lips,A soul freezes hellWith the loneliness cruel,And the silence is lostWhere the knife of noise slips.The buzz and the humOf the jostling friendsWho are not friends in truth,Nor are saviours of peace,Are a salve to the guiltyWho hide all their...

I found some footprints in the snow. Although I didn’t know where they would go, I followed them just the same. The snowstorm in my brain makes me ask once again, am I sane? Will the footprints ever stop and reach a destination? My tormented soul following in isolation. I know I can’t go on, how long have I been gone? Following the footsteps of someone, something, without meaning. Wondering why there is no intervening. No...

All aboard the train for runaways, We'll take you somewhere near or far. Now it's time to get away, Guaranteed faster than that stolen car. Jump on board the train for runaways, Escape the world of abuse. We have adventures day by day, Promised not to be too obtuse. Get on in the train for runaways, Now now, don't be shy. Be it to a city or to a quite bay, And no more reasons to cry. Safe inside the train for runaways, Re...

Necrosing tissue eats away at him. He suffers the pain, the torture, the terror. All in a bid to protect his loved ones. His body be used up, and his mind is worsening. Soon, he will feel nothing. Not even hope. And yet he continues in his vain bid: for nothing can take his spirit. They have his body, his life, but he will never, truly, succumb, never yield. But it is to the afterlife, he must go. As much as it pains him,...

sort of a little poem that came to me just now :)I wander this landPack on my backTraveling the land, free I goThe place I end up tomorrowI just don't knowI follow the open roadWander through the foothills, the mountainsThe forest is where I call homeThis is where I wander, this is where I roamNo building to call my home, I carry home on my backThe life I long to live, start to walkAnd not look backWander and roam around...