Shadows fall over my face,I now walk all alone,You were all that I had left,You left me on my own,I will keep on fighting now,Till I take my last breath,I'm walking through the valley,Of the shadow of death,Life has beat me down again,A man that is depleted,A man can always be destroyed,But will not be defeated,My journey will continue,My path is always black,The only thing I know for sure,Is I'm never coming back.

"What's on your mind?", they ask, But do they truly want to know? Are they testing me? Or are they trying to pry into my mind to see what is wrong, as they seem to intend? I'm not enough I'm falling apart I'm losing all that is me Why are they still here? Are my words too strange for those around me? Am I too impolite while I hide what's inside? "You seem annoyed," they tell me, But I'm just tired, I say Yes.. Tired Tired...

When you ask someone what Hell is like, They tell you the typical envisionment Below the earth's surface, alight with flame, Souls tortutured day in, day out But me? Hell is not lit by fires of torture, Nobody is there with you You are alone with your own thoughts; your personal Hell You die a little inside every day, almost every passing minute The Devil is your heart Your screams of agony are kept within, Your rib cage...

A lone figure by the end of the world I watch the sunlight dip below glowing horizons waves splashing onto sand of silvery white wind rushing like it has somewhere to go I don't. The bold waves breach my solitary confinement brought on by my own foolishness, of course another argument to store in the back of my mind bring out later on to use for my own nefarious purposes. The surf slithers up to my ankles, a chilly remind...

Implacable thoughts Like a slow dripping leak Like the drone of an alarm just out of reach Too persistent to let me sleep Too soon, I think morning has come, and rise The steady trill of rumination follows me through a mirrorless house to a set of drapes Taking a breath, I throw them aside bracing for too much light But what greets me is stellar beauty An expanse of dark broken by moon broken by star after star Broken by...

The chill is setting in I feel the loss againmy life is good I knowbut I still miss her so It was no goal of minenever meant by designmy heart is deep in painbecause it's been in vain No more of the laughterthat always came after our sessions of frolicmy heart's melancholic How did it end this waywhat did I ever saynothing seems to matterworlds are going to shatter The winter ice has comeit always comes to someregrets sti...

Forever A fated whisper between two lovers A dream dreamed a thousand times Until the gods noticed Aphrodite took pity Her son shot his bow Loves arrow pierced both lovers hearts through and through A spark was kindled Aphrodite pulled her son on her lap Waiting for the lovers to take their chance She wished them joy but its their choice She could only ignite the flame, fan their desire Sow the seeds of attraction Lovers...

The yearning never endsThe path is fraught with pain The tenderness is goneWhy do they feel no shame Now let us sing out loudNow open up our heartsNow touch the peace withinAnd we shall mend their souls Across the land we soarWith wings of faith and joyTo spread the sounds of loveAmongst the living dead They stretch their empty handsThey catch our tears of lifeThey grow and see once moreThe visions of the whole Throughout...

Quite some time ago, a photo in a friend's photo gallery spoke volumes. I felt the following words describe it. I hope they do justice to your photo young lady. You always make me smile. :)Music radiating from the depths.Melodies ascending heaven's steps. Carried gently on trade winds. Harmony paying dividends. Soaring high into heaven above.Angels touched, only with love. Spirits are no longer pained.Soul released, not r...

This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Blue so black,A velvet sweep away to deeper shadows empty;Points of diamond ice prick splendourInto this thin, still-born air.Breath is wreathed around my face,Silver sinking, mouth to ground;A glittering mist of moisture's stasisBeads the frozen earth with glass.Silence, heavy,Hope lies coldAnd petrified in ancient wells.Rime a...

A drifter that does not belong,With no purpose in life,I pretend it doesn't hurt,But it cuts like a knife,Life for me is looking grim,It will not be the same,I thought I had it figured out, But life is not a game,With no way to afford,The price I have to pay,There is no other option,There is no other way,A lifetime full of yesterday's,Regrets they overflow,How can I be lost,When I have nowhere to go.No one knows the pain,...

Second holiday without him No smell of coffee when I woke this morning No dogs barking No smell of his holiday surprise cooking No daughter to ease my memories She is off on her own journey The house is as silent and quiet as my thoughts I shuffle into the kitchen set the pot to brew Walk to that porch and light up my smoke Turn the music up I brace my self A chore of self flagellation I do every year I open my memory box...

It's early morning the day before Thanksgiving. There came about 8 more inches of snow overnight. There's almost an expectant hush, like something more than dawn lies over the horizon. Although there's no moon, it's luminous. Starlight shimmers off the heavy drifts, painting broad glowing brushstrokes over sleeping yards. Each bared branch and branchlet draped in layers, white satin evening wraps about to slip off shoulde...

I write lots of things on this website, A man left a comment and was being polite.I sent him a note thanking him,He sent me a friends request on a whim.We started talking and he is so nice,We give each other lots of advice.Months have passed and we are good friends,Our time spent together is fun and I hope it won't end.We laugh and we cry and share many things,We are friends and cyber lovers having a fling.Most of all he...

Today the pond is like a river rushing to the sea, but there is no sea and the pond is not a river. Still, the winds that move across its surface are a force that whips it into wildness, and makes it want to rise above its shores and go where ponds can’t go. And I know that wild desire to be more-- that mighty urge to go beyond the shore that holds me where I am. It rises in me every day and takes me with its power to som...