Where do you go when everything is gone When you find true is not When your world as you knew it Is turned upside down When you no longer give a damn When you can not judge right from wrong When you can not trust And want the end to be near When you gave...
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Fear Stories
Many summers yes, have come and gone.Countless struggles, but still vigorous. Offerings abound, blessings numerous.67 plus years ago this old man did spawn. Like many who grew up in my day.Memories some good, some bad.Frequent challenges yes I've had.Dama...
The Instinct Fear
Fear brings out the worst in peopleMy mind is a constant battle Of holding strong and wearing thin My thoughts are a constant prattle Of meaningless words and din. My eyes are forever seeking out The lost, the constant, in this place My head forever turned away From any contact with disgra...
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The many lives of Casey L. Miller
Case three: the Child ProdigyPersonal note to the readers, this story is not for the weak of heart to read for the content of this story. By choosing to read it, you agree that you are over eighteen and mature enough to handle the content of this story, thank you. 11:49pm 'Casey Mill...
You have been gone so longOver a monthWill you remember me?You love my smooth voiceThe sweetness that you claimThe need the wantI love your words but I need to feel your touchWill you remember my smile?Will the smile on your lips reach your eyes?As I see...
Why must I be the one who is punished?The one who is afraid to sleep at night? Who feels alone every second of everyday?I didn't do this to myself. I didn't ask you to hurt me. You sleep at night,While I try to pick up the pieces of my life. While trying...
A Close Encounter
I have my own close encounter.Driving through the rolling prairie of Wyoming was boring. The children sat at the table reading books. My wife sat in the other captain's chair, as I drove. Our destination was Devils Tower National Monument. Verdant rolling fields of grass covered this...
Smokey's Thanksgiving
A little present for Thanksgiving came from Smokey.The house was quiet. The children slept, while their mother and I labored in the kitchen. It was Thanksgiving Day and we worked to prepare our dinner. The turkey sat in the sink where cold water ran over it. A big yellow bowl sat on the counter full of st...
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Your kiss
Will I get a kiss on our first date?I stand in front of the bedroom mirror looking at how I dress. Black Italian soft leather loafers on my feet, black Dockers with a very fine crease for pants, a light blue cotton shirt sans tie with open collar and a black sport coat make up tonight's war...
Why is the sky so silent
Thou shall not killWhy is the sky so silent.Clouds hang around likejunkies. The sun, floatingmountebank,hidesslyly, and isas clever as helooks. On a black branchsits a crow, its ragged feathers aninsult todecorum. He pretends topreen, but gets on with his real business, the...
Labyrinth
The tangled web of relationshipsYou come to me atduskwith the faces of oldlovers tattooed on yourbreasts.You say they don’t mean athing,and then likeAriadneyou hand me a ball ofcrimson threadso I canescape from the mazes inside.I don’t trust those shards ofglassyou use for eyesor those...
A New Career The Conclusion
My fourth attemptAfter failing the state exam three time I returned to school and used the option for another five weeks.So I would now officially graduate trucking driving school on November 15 of 2013. About two weeks prior to my last day I was informed by the senior in...
Hope is a thing with wings
Hope is attainable when you believeHope is driven by fear and by defeat It is a feeling of optimism Hope is a bird with bad wings Giving it courage to fly and to soar to overcome what is missing Hope is a thing with wings. Hope makes you dream of what seems unrealistic It is a feeling of o...
Running Away isn't the Solution
Two parts are a true story about me... guess which two...Yelling and screaming flooding my ears. A slap across the face. But it seems like nobody really cares That their son is awake. It's three am but the thief doesn't care. He's out for blood and more. The youthful body lies asleep in bed. The only motion is...