I never knew you personally, All I know about you ... are From the stories I've read,From the movies I've watched,But you have captured My lonely romantic heart.You made me fall in love with you,From a far with your glittering smile,Watching you made people happy.You've been a symbol of love for me.Why the hate now?Is this how love and hate collide?I once heard a wise man say,"Forgive them for they don't know what they're...

Pop an amphetamine and follow the tracesI'm awake for daysin this drowning world always Boiling beneath the surfacesOf hard cruel faces.They tell me I'm an assholeFor calling shit - shittyBut your world, lets be honest, ain't pretty.I can feel it in my armsI can feel it in my legsEnergy of the stars flowing through my veins.I'm coming down like a meteorAt 4AMPrepping for the Minotaur migraineWith Greek fireand waterand fu...

Everything is such a mess. Everything I touch turns to dust and every time I speak, you look at me with disgust. I don’t know who to trust and wonder is this love or lust. And I don’t want to care about those who stare. I don’t want to share with anyone who is sometimes there yet never fully aware. Maybe it’s true and I think too much. Maybe I love and care and such. Or maybe it is that I am sick with love, with wanting s...

"Ayyyy?"Abigail gritted her teeth. Why couldn't her father ever, not once, manage her full name? She was simply a sound, a noise emitted from between filthy lips when he needed to refer to her. The screech of her first initial was his calling-cry when he wanted her, or a whine when she wasn't good enough."Coming, Father." She picked up the tray, heavy with ale and meat, curling her skeletal fingers around the oak handles...

Once again not needing anyone crying if they find the story sad, as I once again make my way through all of those tired and worn out places. Moving against the tide of the evening’s faces which go by both unrecognized and un-registered, and taking all in play by play, and trying not to be held back by a sense of mission yet I wish I were elsewhere, with that psychological feeling being powerful, very powerful and can over...

T here are times it feels like I am able to hear voices andthere’s no one around, and there are those times when I find myself grieving for those things and times that are gone. We all used to think things were good and would last forever when we were young. But, all of it has gone, and has crumbled to dust, with there being a strength in letting go, or learning how to live with the memories of their passage. With reality...

I'm one of those people who just loves science, and wants everybody else to love it too. Unfortunately, many of my friends are more interested in imbibing fermented fruit juices and hanging out in pubs. And thus, in an effort to meet them halfway, have fun, and still get to share some sciency tidbits without them wanting to kill me, we've devised...Science Cocktails!Named after scientific principles, these potent potions...

"Hello! How are you?" She says it enthusiastically, speaking to the customer placing their items on the belt, smiling a friendly smile and trying desperately to focus only on that one person and not on the line building behind them. The items finally reach her and she signs on to the register in front of her and begins scanning and bagging. Scan. Bag. Scan. Bag. Repeat. "I'm okay. How are you?" She stumbles in her scannin...

They meet by happy chance, as life confers,And promptly comprehend deep certainty. Fate's singular congruency occurs, And both are gladdened by sweet destiny. Time passes as they open up their hearts;Send interlocking dreams and hopes to share. It matters not how separate their parts,All words and actions prove how much they care.It's understood that life is but a quest,Creating hope as best we may, till death.We seek out...

Chapter 1The final bell rang and all of Mr. Green's sixth period history class was full. Of course by now all the students could think about was, "One more class left, and it's home free." But Mr. Green was a special teacher who could hold the student’s attention even in a mundane course like history. After typing some more things onto his computer, Mr. Green got up and began taking roll call. After half a dozen names wer...

The families of the three men all endured fear, anxiety, and heartache while their loved ones were in the service. On Veterans Day, America will recognize those who lost their lives after answering their country's call to duty in the armed services. Many people, including some who were in the military, have a problem deciding what constitutes a “real” vet. It isn't a simple designation. Various combinations of length, nat...

Valentine’s Day has comeand gone, and this has been after all ya’ll have gone away for some time now stretching from: 1982 – 1994. And I know I will never show those things I have written that Mom said to take up a pen and put all things from love to rage on a page. Something I have managed to do almost non-stop now since 2002, coming back from a Neil Diamond concert at NMSU, when the dam broke and my words no longer fell...

She holds the waningGold of AutumnAlways in her iris',Illuminating cold grey landscapesWith her tiger eyes,Long after the colored leaves have gone.

Seeing faces not spoiled by beauty, and I carry those cuts and scars from where I have been, and at times I am able to see through most of the masks that are worn. If there is a light then it shouldn’t go out, for there is a lot that is dark which rolls through without any doubts, from within and without. With there being times I find myself standing here in the pouring rain, watching as light tries to wash over me, along...

How? .Stop and start. Start and stop.Brain is locked; Ideas are blank.Words won't flow; Soul won't sing.Inadequate in everything. "She's an angel," I sayThese gross hands are just blocks.I need a fine razor,I have only an axe. She is precious and fine,And I'm just a clutz,She's such a great treasure,My crate just won't do. A princess at the ball,Me, the court jester,Her grace pulling all eyes,me just the laughter. She is...