My fingers glide along the weathered marble fountain I can feel the drops of water kissing my skin My eyes peer up as the sun rises over the mountain I breathe in the warm wind; cleansing me from within I reach into my pocket and pull out a copper cent Reminiscent of when it shouted my name from the cement I take a moment to watch it glisten Now it’s the penny’s turn to listen “I wish to be a rose plucked from obscurity I...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Light is the demon who clothes us in iron,Broken the fae in the gift for our souls.Here is the coal in the seamless rockfacesWhere heat of the ice is our weathering vane.Shifts in the black sandsAnd sea foam in green skies,Scudding clouds lost in the bright ocean blue.Mirror looks down on the face that looks inWhere the sickly s...

Anger hate jealousy and pride Be replaced with warmth Comforting love Peace and compassion Laughter instead of sorry Strength not weakness Patience and direction To show you the way These things I wish for you Each and every day To listen to the music in your heart And go to the beat of your drum To know that I am with you Every step of the way

Just once I would like,To hear someone say,That I am not evil,So we don't have to playThis game today.I so wish that for onceSomeone would noticeMy small smile.See the severe drop in mood,Where I was so happy.Now I just stare at the floor.I want my mind for onceTo calm down so I could think.So I can remove my headphonesAnd hear the world around me.So that I don't have to focusOn one particular thing,And finally see the wh...

I wonder whatYour home is likeUp there in the starsWith the other angelsLike yourself. Watching you rushAcross the sky,With your love trailingBehind you so lovingly,Wondering how sweet you look,So innocentSo pure of heartSo... deliciousIn so many ways than one. I reach up to youMaking a sweet wish,As you shoot bySweet Star angel,Wishing you can findLove,Friendship,And a place to rest and call your own.

It's a happy time of the year, I know your busy at your job.For me there's lots of tears,You act like a complete snob.You shut down and run out of here,Do you even care how I feel?You're like a magician and disappear,For me it's an emotional ordeal.I say it doesn't bother me,What am I supposed to say?Your actions hurt to some degree,These are the days, I want to runaway.I'm your loving and caring wife,You're so damn moody...

Cigarette butts littering the bedroom and yard, I can see in your eyes the alcohol and drugs. No, I don't mean the legal stuff... I mean the stuff that will get you locked up for possession as soon as you turn eighteen. I mean the dangerous stuff. Those highs you love so much? The escape from reality? I hope you love them as much or more than your life, because they shorten, and sometimes take, it. Trust me, my older sist...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere it has been stolen. Once in a blue moon, I glimpse a special soul, Reflections of myself, A sense of being home. Once in a blue moon, Dancing in the moonlight, Rapture, adoration, Imaginary love. Once in a blue moon, Dreaming of being one, Wishes, dreams, magic, Set sail across the sea. Once in a blue moon, Grasping, yet un-reaching, To touch, to s...

Dawn breaks open your skies; It’s twilight in my realm. I hasten to bed before midnight, As your sun overwhelms. I lie down lonely here, And pray wakefulness gone; I need to catch a dream to take me To you, and be as one. Beautiful Dream Faerie Controls our secret tryst. She dances upon the willow branch, In dreams we are both kissed. Her wishes carry me Over oceans to you; The whisper of waves float me closer. Dream Faer...

I don’t know what I’ll do when I can’t do the things I love to do. I don’t know what I’ll say to friends when they stop by. Will I have the strength to care and ask, how are you, what’s new? Or will I look away and stare up at the ceiling, or look out the window, then close my eyes, whispering to myself, “perhaps it’s time to die?” Who knows if I’ll see clouds covering the sun, or will I see the sun setting behind the tre...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Oh, the stars that danceIn celestial flames,Come, hold my hand,Teach me your games.Hop and skip,And jump for joy,The ugly darkness to annoy.Kiss awayThe midnight black;Bring me the smilesI sadly lack.Touch my eyesWith firelightAnd make my faceSo merry bright.Bend my gazeTo smile, not frown,For I'd look up,And never down.Let me t...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen. I am fat.What do you make of that?No truly sexy pictures of me,With my ass on displayAnd my breasts looking lush,Without comment of ugliness,Without remarks of disgust.No sweet lovers' pictures in photography books,No hand-holding in the street without giggles and sniggers,No posting of images, save for jeering or morbid sights...

This poem only available on Stories Space Your sun, your moon,Your twinkling star?Your beacon shining from afar?Perhaps your joy,Your waking dream,Your glowing dawn and sunlit beam?Perhaps your comfortAnd embrace,The smile that lights your downcast face?Or maybe just yourWhispering friend,When night seems it will never end?Perhaps your shield,Protecting arms,Your safety from the worldly harms?Your radiance,Your earthly pl...

Sick and twisted me Lost in deviant sin The sweet taste of salt The tangy scent of honey Sweat and skin, Water and earth. Sick and deviant me Lost in twisted delight The slap of moving flesh The growl of anguished ecstasy Gasp and breathe Air and fire. Languid soul v. roaring heart Eloquent sigh v. sordid mouth Oh yes, please, Deviant and twisted me. ~ Sweet and delicate me Masked and yet laid bare The innocence of an ang...

When I was a kid my mom told me storiesabout battles between Angels and Demons and how this one Heroic angel gave his life to say his wife and child from an evil , evil demon and I remember always thinking I wish that was my daddy... or something dumb like that, that all kids with one parent thinks, I use to draw pictures of him this heroic angel-like figure and I'd draw him holding me and my moms hand, like we were all o...