Who is the one that through the seasons, is the same? Who is the one that will take the blame? Who is the one that will carry the shame? Who is the one that left the embers inside aflame? What will it take to shed the tiniest tear? What could I do to make my own morbidity disappear? What have I done to warrant your malicious fear? What would make my compass clear? Where would I be, without you inside of me? Where would I...
My Princess Why do you look so sad, as you stare out from the screen?Why do you look so sad, with beauty like I have never seen?You do not belong here, with those eyes so beautiful and blue.You do not speak yet I see into the heart of you. What has happened to bring you to this place?What has happened that the pain shows on your face?Still, you have not spoken yet I feel you screaming outWon’t you talk to me, a friend? Wh...
And after we're gone who'll remember to care Despair waiting there for the loss all will bear For the loss For the loss They show love and despair We will never return But remember to care Knowing despair that is already there When the chill sets in will they share that they care When their fingers are numb and their heart is still bare It's despair It's despair It's despair they must share They will wipe away tears And...
She is cracked and dryShards of whatShould be.Empty air does not live here,A harsh lit space of nothingnessWhere blinding whiteScours reject sidesAnd spears of brokenStab the world.The winds of voicesFlow on pastUnheard.There is no soil or waterBound to take in seedsSoft blown alongTo settle lightly,Root down firm,For nothing livesIn arid pain.Tip the broken vesselOn her endFor shame.Noisome ooze of fecal oil,A black and...
I am the moth in the jarHammering hard against glassAs it warms in the sunrise andBakes in the heatOn my fragile dry leafOf unfortunate soulEver flipping itselfTo get outAnd to breathe.Where the cruel sun beats downOn my wings turning vapidOver dryness insipidThat cracks ancient velvetThat once had held wisdomPotentially vibrant inDust-devil murmursThat whisper the secretsWe all knew and know now,I don't belong here. Thi...
Stolen kisses beneath the OakA flash of a breast in the moonlightTentative touches under the cover of darknessMuted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forestAphrodite-like perfection masquerading as ArtemisSummer longing turns to Autumn lustWinter's icy kiss becomes the whispered vows of SpringLibation to Apollo as we unite in a field in full bloomPlaying joyful songs as my bride dances in the meadowAnd we lay beneath...
Lonely hours into the night, battling tears and losing the fight;Broken heart that few will see; shattered spirit inside of me;Serene facade, despair within; pondering life, as it would have been;Growing old I can foresee, a dismal road ahead of me;Time moves on, memories to hold; An empty world as my life unfolds.
In the grim back alleys of the city,Mean streets devoid of all signs of pity,Amid the piles of decaying refuseAnd slimy pools of darkly noxious ooze,Frequented only by the scuttling ratsAnd noisome tribes of scabby feral cats;Here, slumped in doorways, human flotsam lies,Just filthy piles of rags crawling with flies.In such surroundings, one would not expectTo find evidence of beauty’s rare spark,Yet with more careful eye...
Staring at my own reflection The face revealed is dead inside Eyes have become cold and shallow The spirit that lived there has died I've let you do this to me There’s no one to blame but myself Believing in what should be love I put my own life on a shelf You took all I had to offer And gave it a sly little nudge But it wasn’t you loving meFor it’s only you that you love There is nowhere to go now but up Since there’s no...
Outside, a scattering of forlorn leaves clung to the dark, wet limbs of trees bordering the deserted playground and half-empty parking lot behind the red brick apartment building. Cold, misty rain and swirling winds hastened the inevitable outcome of this doomed struggle. For Gwen, watching from inside her snug bedroom, it was a beautiful scene. The nasty, late-December weather had given her a great excuse to spend the en...
I see you there, alone and still and I know it's you I'm going to kill. You look at me and see me near, I shout at you but you don't hear. It's not my wish, to make you die, It's up to you, and you know why! You've made your choice, so die you must and I will kill you, without a fuss. To save yourself, you still have time, don't make me kill, just change your mind. Turn around, just walk away, before I reach you, live tod...
Ch. 6: Memory and Truth Crystal carefully approached the newborn, "Alex? Can we talk?" He didn't answer. She knelt down and embraced him. "I'm not sure what happened. But, it hurts, doesn't it?" Still no answer. Instead, he faced her as his clear, watery tears blended with the snow. She hugged Alex fiercely, as he sobbed relentlessly. (When a vampire cries, it's blood that comes forth. He still can cry clear, salty tears....
This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Languishing dreams where a heart grows still,Slowing tick of the clock drives distraction toDeath's resurrection inGrey of the dayWhere the sun has lost hope andThe curtains are drawn.Here I lie in the dark with the monsters of crowds,Where the gibber and growl of the wraiths howl insideAnd the pain rends destructionThrough chas...
Cinderella, oh Cinderella, I heard you went to the ball. You pranced and danced, twisted and shook your booty. In grand fashion, my Cinderella, you tripped the light fantastic. Dolled up, long legs and juicy red lips, you went grinding on the prince, twirling and parading in the spotlight. I saw you driving down Route 66 in an old Chevy, top down, wind in your hair, with a fancy cowboy sitting by your side, playing a funk...
No. Nothing is wrong. Go away. Go away. Please...don't stay. Is it time to get up.Is it that time again. To get up. It's dark inside. Is it time to get up. It's time for me to think. I need to think.I need to let my memories bathe me,and rush over me,and let me feel nothing. Nothing is wrong, and I feel nothing,because it's not my time to care anymore. It doesn't matter. It isn't a problem. I'm fine. Nothing is wrong,just...
