In exhausting dreams, There is no solace, no peace In unconsciousness, There is no escape; fears release Thoughts morph into demons, Stalking, Watching, Preying, Panic sets inAs courage weakensWalking, Running, Sprinting As claws dig into flesh No turning back The wound is fresh Howls form into words “In your imagination, you are free” Lies and deceit That is a guarantee For demons never let you rest Waking or asleep Impr...

I know a quiet girl so shy, Head down, she rarely speaks. She fears the world around her— Anxiety's technique. ♡♡♡ Her salty tears shroud bright blue eyes, But no one sees her cry. The corner is her friend for now; She prays pain says, “Goodbye.” ♡♡♡ No hope in sight, her eyes snap shut; She dreams a little dream. Creating worlds where she'll belong— A rainbow-colored scheme. ♡♡♡ She'll dance on clouds and find her voice;...

I walk alone by crystal stream, Beneath a canopy of green, In hopes that I can find a place, To gaze up at the sky and dream. Can my heart find solace there Within the realm of Nature fair, Where Peace is found in such sweet space, So far from any human care. For in my heart a shadow lies, And in my soul, my true self cries. For without Love, all hope is lost, And our sad soul within us dies. Can even Nature bring back Li...

You may think me a friend From the moment I started But my wonderful gift You just took for granted You wish me away At times of great sorrow Put off from today The things for tomorrow With each passing moment The stronger I get Only when I’m gone Do you start to regret I move past so quickly I’m here and then gone One moment in time That doesn’t last long You look back in anger You start to lament All the time that you s...

Imagine, If you can. A place where you can hide. Safety in anonymity, Rather than, Reveal yourself where you reside. Peace, Sought yet rarely found. Comes in the smallest doses. Like cat’s feet in grass, It comes with nary a sound. Just a click of the door as it closes. Dream, Be it night or day. Details are ever so rare. Sound asleep or wide awake, Failure will always find a way, To turn every dream into a nightmare.

Peace be upon you; And also with me - -- and all within me Imagine being many A pantheon of souls A galaxy born from a stray dream An idle thought turned semen seed and grown Expanding facets of self -- blossomed to full And flowered to flesh of mind Mature in astral attitude Speaking with the retro or futurist swagger And accent of a Time known only to Ancestors -- or descendants from some parallel or tangential Era Imag...

Who is adoring and who is not assuming life is paper mache and death is the final echo, listening to the rainfall. But life is busy, yet, we need more and cannot pass up hope, keeping score. There has to be a reason for a recurring voice and temptations, if not a spoof. When sleepers fail to open their eyes and dreams have come to a demise, who is adoring and who is not, assuming life is paper mache.

“Damn!” I was driving home from Ottawa University when the car ahead of me fishtailed, then slid off the icy road and disappeared down the shoulder towards the trees. I pulled my foot off the gas, pumped the brakes, and finally came to a stop. Jumping out of the car, I ran back through the driving snow to the skid marks, which were already starting to fill in. I slithered awkwardly down the slope and to the tree where the...

They're getting closer Crossed distances together There's something to know. The ground is open It was opened for her space But for others, too. Unforeseen forces The gravity had pulled her They were enjoying. The uncertainties She realized halfway down To crash or be caught? Will she crash in pain Falling in full speed below Or be caught safely? She is falling fast Faster than the speed of light She has to be saved. Velo...

She had enough Vicious words Smell of alcohol Black and blue Cutting deep Gifts of his love Never again Run away Far away Heart in her throat Hands shaking Calm on the horizon She knows Need to love Respect Yourself first Won't look back Under her first Freedoms moon She Inhales With a smile Walk now Head held high Freedom.

Hospitals have always made me uneasy, and that was only when visiting. Now, here I was, a patient, and breathing easy. Not allowed to get up yet, though. They don’t half fuss over me. “You’re a special case, Mr Fuller,” the nurses keep saying. Doctors, who come and check me over, have said that too. But my darling Helen, bless her, says I’ve always been a special case to her. I just wish I wasn’t putting her through all t...

Lily Burke walked the beach every morning as long as it wasn’t raining cats and dogs. On the weekdays, she walked briskly to keep in shape. But on the weekends, she allowed herself to meander along the shoreline, looking for shells to add to her already overflowing collection. Sometimes she would find little treasures like a button or a hair clip. But on this particularly sunny morning, Lily spotted something that gleamed...

Whispering God's, day ago prayers, if I could only touch your face without leaving fingerprints, for death is a naked shadow without layers of clothes, in old photographs, from your body to my mind in life's curiosity and curios, of our love's fancy serendipity when we laughed and cried, singing the alphabet, in the alpines, now soft-spoken in a desk locket

Fading from withered leaves in silence dies the dreams leaving a void, haunting, long past the shadow on the day-old bread but there is no beast beneath the bed, just devils in my head and the Cheshire cat, whispering, strike one from the bones of my past with the chains of sorrow perhaps a guilty tomorrow, clinging to the sermon of a false soulful hour, in my mind's cold abbey listening to the dead it must have been a cl...

At 3.23 a.m. on the 27th of November 1998, the body of 64 years old Norton L. Broadbent was found on the quayside beneath the old Cosborough Bridge. Given the extensive injuries there was little doubt that he had fallen the twenty feet from the bridge. Broadbent, a widower, managing director and owner of Broadbent Industries, and a member of a family whose business skills could be traced back into the 17th century, had no...