White is just the canvas we bring all the other colors to in order to enrich our lives. Red is the intensity of the passionate love that we have for each other. Orange is the excitement that our love brings to our relationship. Pink is when our two bodies entwine with one another and the feeling that creates. Purple makes us realize that meeting each other was really a beautiful gift. Green makes us feel envious and jealo...

How can I explain to my kidsWhy their mommy is not hereTo celebrate my birthdayOr Christmas, or New Year How can I tell my childrenOf the phase our lives are inThat what we shared was dyingThat the bond was wearing thin How do you say you love themJust as mommy always willBut that one of us is leavingHow to serve that bitter pill I don't know how to convey thisAnd still protect them as I shouldAgainst anything that hurts...

School. Teachers were stupid. Homework was stupid. Everything's stupid when you're a teenager.Especially when they tell you to 'think about thinking'.Sure, some people might find it interesting. But I didn't. it seemed pointless. Why think about thinking when you can just think anyway? I would get stuck in this horrible, endless loop, thinking about thinking about thinking. Being a pretty depressed teenager, I would grumb...

Walking down a long hallway,Glancing furtively about,Feeling the loss,Who is gone.Floorboards creaking with each step,Rooms empty and dusty,Furnishings missing,Who is gone.Crying out to the corners of the house,Echoing in the dim light,Drifting dust motes,Who is gone. Twilight is coming quickly now,Darkness is leaking in,Eyes are searching,Who is gone. Sleeping in tangled sweaty sheets,Awakening with a start,Gasping for b...

My papa diedMy mama diedWere carried offBy men in whiteScary men with masksI don't feel wellBut I must dwellIn dust and dirtA lonely hellThey see, but no-one asks They will not aidThey are afraidThat I'm the oneTo seal their fateWith sickness they all fearI think they careBut they don't dareTo pick me upAnd bring me thereWhere medicine is near I hear them sayJust let him stayHe'll bring diseaseKeep him awayAway from those...

I want to be the last note lingering as the song fades out,becoming a final chord to follow you into your dreams,painting the walls your fingertips curiously trace along before stepping out of the house.You follow the cold night air,the ghostly mist swirling aroundwhen you exhale and dry leaves crunch beneath your bare feet.Following a path to the woods,the familiar trees and faint sweet cinnamon scent of the same forest...

Your name cast on stone and skin forever through these dark currents,through warm channels and signals humming through tunnels,communicating the barest texture of what makes you.My hands can follow the bindings,coil with the roots you emerged from,perfect and calling out to me in a language I was still learning the calculated flow of.You must remember where I've come from,the dark cocoon your hands pried open to awaken me...

Carpenter decided to stay in this little town and gave Holly the option to remain or return home. She was a tad bored as this town had not yet experienced the growth spurt that their town had, it was small, dusty and dry and had very few distractions. "How will I get home?" she questioned Carpenter. "By train of course." "Where will you stay if I take the train?" "Brother Sebastian will provide temporary lodging for me."...

I’m NOT afraid of the dark! ‘clunk’, There it is that frightful sound! ‘clunk’, I shiver and shake as I look around. ‘clunk’, I’m so frightened because there is no light. ‘clunk’, What is it? Will I have to fight? ‘clunk’, Oh my God, you think I could win? ‘clunk’, I shiver and shake as I hear it again. ‘clunk’, Should I call for help? Will they come see? ‘clunk’, Or will IT hear and come eat me? ‘clunk’, I bite my tongue...

take me back to the beginning,and end it all before it begins.before the first day,that started it all.the first cry,that screamed why?the empty and confused look,that asked what is happening? the first word,that said I know who you are.the pain,that came without invitation.the sorrow,that forced its way in.the betrayal,that said I can't believe this.the deaths,that left me dead too.take me to the place,where it never sta...

Marcia spent the rest of the day looking at her plight. Bullyboy knew she was there. He had not made any threats, but the gestures were bad enough. He ruined her day. School dragged on and Marcia's depression deepened. By the end of the day, she had no will to leave the classroom. Naomi dragged her to her locker and pulled her outside to walk home. "Come on Marcia. Snap out of it. You will be fine. Remember you are strong...

I fucking hate my poetry. I love it, too. It's so bloody banal. It has been said that poetry reveals what is in your heart... Or was ir your soul? Whatever. My heart must be filled with weird, comic, lovely, shite. It has also been said that poetry is so subjective, that it is difficult to accurately judge. So... Why am I judging my poetry? Because I'm a harsh judge of my own self. If that sentence was any less well-writt...

You wandered through the years,from heart to broken heart,the light once placed so gently inside youbecoming fanned fires getting ready to torch,sweep over with nothing but love. There was a dark divide between us at times,a quiet we did not know how to occupy,but words can be as damaging as prolonged silences,sounds shaped around what we can say betterwith the breath taken before lips seal with a kiss. You swam through t...

clicketyclick clicketyclackiron wheels on an iron trackrolling through the darkest nightrolling her away from frightfar away from the abusethe violence the words he'd usefrom broken vases broken bonesfrom threats that sound in undertonesshe carries only what she wearsand a few dollars but she caresno longer for such petty stakeshe only hears the wheels that takeher farnowhereawayon iron wheelson an iron trackclicketyclick...

Chapter One For two weeks straight Noah exercised his body and studied locations of known various Elementals in between things since Bran had little in terms of entertainment. Noah was also tasked with any and all chores but those didn’t take too long either. Soon enough though Bran had decided Noah was ready to start learning more advanced stuff. After his routine exercise and cleaning up, Bran sat with Noah in the study...