I hope God isn't jealous. I look for you in everything I do. I see you in sunsets, Birds flying, Ducks, Arcade games, Tired faces. I hear you. In Eminem songs, In every middle finger, In Victoria's Secret, In Yankee Doodle parodies. Your laugh is a constant echo. I hope God isn't jealous. I talk to you more than I talk to Him. And when I do talk to Him It's either a spewing ball of rage, Cursing and blaming Your Name. Or...

Tomorrow is the day I see you. 370 days since the last time I saw your smile, Heard your laugh, Looked into your blue eyes. Only tomorrow will be so very different. Your eyes will be closed. A smile will no longer fall on your face. And your laugh Along with you, Will be gone. The shell of your body is what I get to say goodbye to. How do I face you? How do I look at a body that is so very clearly the one of my brother An...

I love you- You know that right? Every time that I have told you no, I was hoping it was for your own good. You say you are no longer the same person, That he died long ago. I don't belive you. I will always see you as the strong, amazing, and most bravest person I've ever known. You are my other half. When you went away, A part of me did as well. I started listening to your music, watching the things you watch. And whene...

I am enraged. Why must our lives be so difficult? Why must those who are supposed to love us, Hurt us? The idea of you hurting in any way pains me. It fills me with a burning hatred I have long forgotten. To know that you are being beaten down, And treated like dirt But still have the strength to put on a happy face and show no pain Completely breaks my heart. To know that every night you are cold And sometimes have no wh...

Late at night When the world goes still And the darkness of the night Dares to creep into my soul I think of you -- Of all the words we said And all the laughs we shared Your sweet, imperfect heart Beats a rhythm only I can hear Guiding me to you Like a lost child in need of love. You wanted me to reach inside my screen And pull you into my arms But all I felt is the hard smoothness of glass And an aching deep inside that...

A black cat lay on the porch of 13 Bigelow Street. She yawned and stretched, then looked at the men milling about in the street. Some were armed with bats, chains, and tire irons. All were clearly spoiling for a fight. After another yawn, the cat got up and wandered into the house. She found Grace Bigelow in her sewing room and mewed at her. “Trouble brewing, eh,” Grace said, smiling at the cat, “Guess I should have a loo...

There is no one I can talk toAbout the pain I’ve buried deep inside,No one who would understand. So I have summoned all my courageTo sustain me as I bare my soul to you today. I did everything I was taught to do. I never spoke to strangers,I stayed indoors when it got dark. I never rode the train alone, Nor ventured into the park at night.  But no one warned me about you. They never said be wary Of the man you see each da...

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;...

Entering the room, the wife stopped short at the door:She saw not one, two or three, but FOUR pants on the floor!What could have caused an action so rash,Four trousers crumpled like yesterday's trash? Pair No. 1 was a scintilla off-hue.Black slacks had been ordered; navy blue would not do.The next pair examined, judged unfit for display —Its slightly frayed hem had caused utter dismay. A third castaway was the oddest one...

The rickety old porch swing creaks under my weight as I rock myself gently to and fro. The sound comforts me as it rips harshly into the painful silence of the night. A nerve-numbing tingle spreading through me from the hard wooden slats reminds me of just how long the drive up here was. I shift uneasily, my hand wrapped protectively around the brass key that will unlock the door to a place that used to feel like home. I...

I did not fall from the sky Like night falls softly upon a hopeful land, Filling it with a taut darkness. Nor did I descend like a storm, Crashing with untamed rectitude Onto a land lost to its own desires.I did not blow in on a temperate breeze; Blowing hither and thither, Swaying like a branch in a storm; Allowing it to carry me trustingly Until I settle lightly, carelessly, Upon verdant fields of ill gotten freedom.Ins...

Victor's first act of survival was completed out of sight of his forever family. It must have happened sometime during the year or so he had been alive. But that history was lost in the mists of time. Puppy time is mistier than people's time. In any case, he was a stray. And he had been sent to the shelter to wonder what the whole thing was about. It was in the colorful days of October when he got lucky. His Boss-to-be ha...

She did this every year, so the call came as no surprise. In fact, I had been expecting it for the last few days. The only surprise was that it took so long. I was sitting with my wife having our coffee after dinner when the phone rang. As I got up to answer, my wife gave me a knowing glance but did not say a word. It was as if we both knew instinctively. “Hello.” I started into the phone, “Oh, hi Mom. Yeah, I’d been expe...

If I could write a poem, I’d celebrate her style How roses blush in envy, At the radiance of her smile. As I sit in awe, just watching Her form, aglow in silken white. Now she waits, in peace and loveliness For her chosen, loving knight If I could write a poem, I’d fill it to my own delight Perfectly adapted so I could be That bold and blessed knight. Our hands they’d clench together Our hearts would mingle too No matter...

They say that war is hell, it is. It’s a hell I unwittingly chose. I was fifteen at the time. I lived in a little known northern town in England. Not much happened in my town. The men went to work down the mines, the women stayed at home. It was all quite simple really; I could tell you all about it on a single page. Then the war came and everything changed. I watched as the men went off to war, my father included. They t...