Ancient animosities bestirred on that fateful day And the scavenging birds of prey feastedUpon the fields of battleAs they ever hadAnd would.The wars had started when rulers tamed the worldAnd stored up the goods that fedThe ones who obeyed As they ever hadAnd would.The blood-stained meadows soaked up lossesAnd still produced the grains of powerThat the exalted retainedAs they ever hadAnd would.There were always some rebe...

 it was a simple hug that she had received to make her heart start to believe. a little hug and three little words added to it " I LOVE YOU' brought back feelings that she thought she had lost for all eternity, and that love for her could never be. that little hug so warm and caring, and with her he was sharing. a hug that made her feel secure and safe and she did not want to leave this place. she held on tightly to him a...

My cold, charred, blackened heart:Nobody can mend it...Try as they might, it’s broken.

It's an endless circle.A cycle that has a futile end right from the beginning.To act otherwise than who you aremakes the reaction the same then both parties leavewondering where the truth liesbut it doesn't.

Thoughts that stir deep wanting to scream Words are muffled by the shame of these Heart races to the finish line, poor loser Time goes by, much like a sand clock Dreams of what is to come Yet those visions do not form A taste never savored, not even sipped Hands roam yet do not touch Naive is this desire, one that is gone A sigh so deep it once filled the void Now only empty space remains Voices howl as souls wither Darkn...

(1/24/13) there are more homeless dogs than there are homeless people on the streets. but a bond is created when the two of them meet they look out for each other and feel each others pains and with this unique bond there is so much to gain. a bond of friendship , a bond of trust between man and man s best friend- it becomes something that never ends. many live in hallways, alleyways , cardboard boxes too because in a she...

(1/23/13) when it comes to rape - I agree for this was something that she did not foresee she wanted to have a normal life, fall in love and become a wife. to have children if and when she decided, and not be afraid or to hide it. she had been raped - body , mind , and soul and she feels she no longer has control. now this is what a rapist has in mind, and wants to be in control all the time. yet now ! you do have a choic...

I always hoped when we were wedthat our humongous water bedwould be our special place of carnal passion.There whatever we might cravewe’d do upon a gentle wavesupping on our young libidos’ ration.And so it was that we’d make loveand I’d give you a gentle shoveand watch your body rise upon the billows.After years had passed a bitwe still made love on top of itand then we would sleep soundly on our pillows.But then a lot of...

We use clever pictures, witty words,And celebrity quotes to say the things We are unable. Tragic moments bringOut the worst side of us. There is noHeart in what we say, only the convictionOf what we believe to be true. Are weRight? Does it matter in times like these?The blood of innocent children had not yetTurned cold and we proclaim our rights.We are like a child too, guilty to the pointWhere we have to make a stand bef...

(1/22/13) a house is not a home- but just a place to rest your head a house is not a home- when your heart and soul feels dead. you go to that empty house with no one to greet you at the door and with all the riches that you have-" you still feel poor". riches don't buy happiness or fills that empty heart it just makes you feel worse as it tears you apart. you look around at the people who have so much less than you but t...

Maybe I can't tell you what's bugging me, Maybe I can't describe it, Maybe I'm bad with words and can't tell you, Maybe you just have to wait and see. Was up 'til two last night-- Certainly, I was tired way before then, but that doesn't matter when emotions overtake, running through you like an electric current-- curling you in on yourself, until there's no more curling to do. Maybe I want help, Maybe I'm begging for it.....

Gather the ephemera Piece them together, What do you see? Glean the shards, Glue them, Can you see the real me?

Silence A blessing or a curse? Has daddy finally gone to bed With his reeking breath and angry eyes Or is he out there waiting Wanting me to move Another excuse to hit me A beating I enticed My stomach grumbles loudly When was the last time I ate?? Do I dare to risk it Is food really all that important? A second growl is rousing Me up from the bed Maybe if I'm quiet He'll never now I 've gone Down the stairs Skip the sque...

Ratta tat tat, the gunshots fire. The smell of flesh from a burning pyre. A bloody spray tints the mist. A dead man clenches his cold, white fist. The cost of honour is stained red hands, the mental burden of killing a man. Ratta tat tat, the gunshots sound, and every last soldier is on the ground.

The sounds of night darkness calling the sparkling specks of light in the sky twinkling a silent message of millennia gone and only centuries to come by their dwindling light In cities human-crafted plastic replacing stars blotting them out clotting the brains of materialistic beings greedy since freedom Beady eyes analyzing watching for signs of rebellion waiting for destruction hoping for chaos it will make a better sto...