Lycan bolted upright in his bed gasping at the sensations from his waking dreams. Though it was the first night he had not had nightmares since his town had been obliterated, the dream still woke him. Breathing heavily he sat upright, still half covered in old tattered sheets; he remembered the details of the dream. The wolves surrounding him, the great white wolf standing before him in the center of the pack, the sensati...

Ever gotten on here with the full intent to write something down? To write everything down, to write all of your thoughts, your feelings, everything that's happening right now, to write it all down in a poem, but you can't seem to get it out onto the screen. You just can't write down everything in words because there's no equivalent to what you're feeling in poetry or words. There's no way to tell everyone anything in all...

Tick-Tock. The clock as she  undresses for bed. Tick-tock. The clock as she  waits for him to  come in. Tick-tock. The clock as she hears the door  open. Click. Him coming in. Swoosh. His boxers and Tee as He walks her way. Tick-tock. The clock as she waits for help. Drip-drop. Her sweat, as no one comes, drops down onto the floor. Creak. The bed as He climbs on. Sigh. Him as He thinks of what's to come. Whimper. Her as s...

From The Files Of Jack Vine A Jack And The Giant P I Case File Somewhere This Side Of The Rainbow “There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…” It was Saturday, the day of Gladice and Jack’s wedding. Mary and me were given the dubious honors of ‘Maid of Honor’ and ‘Best Man’ by the two happy lovebirds and thus standing by their sides. Jack, I could see, was quite dashing in his blac...

I'm listening to it now, the thing that brings you to mind, every time. The one I listen to constantly, because I can't do without, because I need it like... ...addicts need their drug ...alcoholics need their drink ...texters need their phones. Because I need it so much, Just to remember you, To know that you're always there... But you're always out of my reach. The song is my heart beat As I cry out for you to come to m...

Poems are Only  Emotions written on the papers Made of my heart Strings.

Will I find my answers toall these questions in my lifetime? Will I stop what needs to be stopped? Will I do all I have to inthe time that I have? Or will I  just be another unfinished half? Did you find you answers in Death, Sirs? Did you stop what needed stopping?Did you do all you had to in the time you had? Or were you just another un- finished soul? Can they find the answers they need answered? Can they stop all they...

I’ll never forget that Wednesday: made redundant at my age. What now? Daphne was working, my redundancy package was okay, but I’d planned on another five years topping up my pension pot. That night, I sat at the table, papers strewn about, jotting down numbers, hoping I could afford early retirement. It was possible - but tight. I sighed, leaned back in my chair and rubbed my temples. Daphne walked up and added another sl...

She stares and cries..oh what a sight The ring on her finger catches the light She closes her eyes and tries to forget What she had done, so full of regret Weeks ago she told him no That she didn't want him and had to go So how was she here in this awful dress Married and crying her life such a mess She remembers how she used to be Cheeky and fun the life of the party When they met he seemed so nice And she had wanted to...

Part Two: Night of the Clippies A half hour later, Monroe was alert, bandaged and bruised, but sitting upright in the kitchen chair drinking a tall glass of orange juice. He borrowed the phone and called Sheriff Taylor at his home. “Hey boss. My apologies for calling you so late but –“ “No problem.” Monroe could tell he just woke him up. “What’s news?” “I’m up at the Baldwin residence. We’ve got ourselves a killer clothes...

Soft and gentle,the breeze caresses your face. There is a change coming. You can feel it, and it moves you to rejoice. You know that feeling, when you sense the weather changing. The weather of your life is changing.  It will bring the tender, life giving rains.  Washing away the dust and drearof past weary tears. Ushering in the new, sigh bringing grace of sensual plenitude. There is a change coming.  Who would have thou...

Tell me a story. Tell me something new. I want to learn from someone I don't know. I'll sit here and wait, while you spin your yarn. Go ahead and surprise me with a tale from afar. A damsel in a dress saving a knight in shining armor. Perhaps a distant world found by a great explorer. Bring some excitement with a tale of adventure. One where the journey is the greatest treasure. Confuse me now with a tale of mystery, wher...

Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots made me feel blue. Two children, a boy who would become my dad.The other one, a pretty girl, my auntie you had. I have been to the place known as The Ranch.Proud I am, on y...

Your voice is runnin' through my mind, I can't stop seein' ya behind my eyelids, You've been gone a while now, but it's just sunk in... I'm so goddamn tired of sayin' goodbye, I'm sure you'd agree. *** The sound of your voice has gone from my memories, but the few times I saw you play through my mind, You've been gone so long now, and it sunk in a while ago, I'm so gosh darn tired of sayin' goodbye, I think you'd agree wi...

I woke to the smell of rabbit under my nose with the slight hint of Gash. Sigh. I knew she would start sucking up to me but I didn't think it would be this soon. By my guess she thought sucking up to me would lessen her punishment, but she was dead wrong. But since I didn't eat last night I ate now, growling the whole time to let Gash know that I still wasn't impressed with her. As I munched on my rabbit I was thinking ab...