Parental Mistakes My Mother was called Miriam, but mostly just “Mim,” I didn't know my real Dad, knew nothing, about him. Ma had a fancy, upon a mad whim, I was the result of their passion and sin. I dont blame either for their brief little fling, for wit...
It amazes me that we all seem to be looking for the same things in our lives.To be accepted by others for who and what we are. Yet I read some of the work and the comments here. Things that rings loud as I read, disturb me sometimes. Being a live and let...
It was a tragedy that he died, It was a tragedy that she died, It was a tragedy that the train derailed, It was a tragedy that the van overturned, It was a tragedy that the car veered off the road, It was a tragedy that the tornado created so much damage,...
This rant only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Who do you think you are? Some deity, who can do as they wish, and have people sacrifice upon their perfect altars? Some king or queen who is given everything t...
I felt numb. I needed clean clothes and a shower. I felt.... dirty. I needed to stop seeing Billy entwined with that woman as though their two bodies were one. The harder I tried not to think about it, the more I saw all the details in my head. I could st...
Buzzing Bee was sad and glum Because she did not have a chum. Without a single friend to play, How lonely she was every day. “Everyone’s afraid of me,” Cried the little buzzing bee. “It is my stinger, they do fear. No one ever will come near!” So by hers...
It is said that we live in a free society. I question that and wonder if we are truly free, why has society attached so many strings, saying to us, you can belong if you do this or that, or feel this or that. There seems only to be two holes for us, as me...
Walking hand in hand you and meForgiveness given the only key Allowing love into our heartGives us both a brand new start Things from our past cast awayToday can be a brand new day Trusting ourselves can set us freeWalking hand in hand you and me Glancing...
A perfect man I am not, hell, I don't know if I really want to be.Hearts have been bruised, whilst in dark festivities I revel.Mostly I have had good times, but occasionally filled with strife. Grey hair, wrinkles and lines on my face make me a unique tra...
Prologue:With permission, my response to a poem written by a friend to all here on Stories Space. This Is Me: by wildrose_girl.My hairs too long, my body too short. You have what was given you, by the genetics' court. When I laugh really hard, sometime I...
Sometime showing glitz and glamour, the cover of a book deceives. When opened and read, the wordsshow no sparkle, or sex appeal. Judging a book by its cover alone, does not let you see what is within. When we first meet another person,it is very much the...
I wished I was a flower underneath a great big tree,But then a dog would come along and shower me with wee.I wished I was a chestnut tree with lots of lovely conkers,But kids would come and nick my nuts and that would drive me bonkers.So I wished I was a...
Many great ideas are accidents--so are melodies and first lines of poemsand how about the dreamsyou bump into in the middle of the nightthat wake you with what you need to know.Sometimes, heading west, blinded by the glaring sun,you barely miss a head-on...
Two hours.Too fast.From the first embrace “hello” to the last kiss “goodbye.”There is just not enough time.Still an eternity with you would not be long enough.You were born 20 years too late,or I too soon.I can pretend that I’m younger,but I’m not.I can’t...
