This is not my story, it’s Chrissy’s story, and you’ll understand why she’s not telling it in a while. And it’s a true story, though I’ve changed the names and places for obvious reasons. The beginning of the end happened when my wife and I drove, frantically, along NY-68 south from Canton in upstate New York, near the Canadian border, looking for Chrissy. We actually drove right past her, then Jenny called out and made m...

She was lost in the maze for so many years. Entering was a mistake, a blunder. She shouldn't pay with the rest of her life. She's paid so much as it is. Lost in the maze. But every labyrinth has both entryway and exit. She must look, discover the ladder. None may call it cheating. It's her life to live. She must climb her ladder, find her escape. Discover the way to be free. Smell the air of the new day to come. It's fres...

Through the meadow she softly tread; Her bruised and broken body bled;Careful to weave to and fro, no droplets left behind to show; The path she took for her escape, on the night of her brutal rape;He was passed out drunk once again; and didn't stir as she crept from him;She'd waited 'til the dead of night; before she began her freedom flight;No longer would her husband be the master of her destiny.  

THREE DAYS LATER    October 13th, 2040 – 10:15 Sam stood in front of his best friend, Doug, and Selena. They looked at him with worried eyes. “You want us to do WHAT?” “Look, Sam,” said Selena, “Doug’s right. That sounds crazy. I know you feel bad and all with you being the one to awaken Sommer. But I just don’t think that risking your life is the best answer.” “Guys, I have to do this,” said Sam. “With or without your he...

A late night drive, what I need, a chance to embrace the speed, No cash or slips on the line, just me riding the redline An open road, just two lanes, leave behind the dulling pains Nothing near but trees and hills, it's time for some full speed thrills Let her growl, wake the V8, hammer down hard on the straight One hundred and thirty five, this is what I call a drive Corners coming, full of joys, tires soon to be smoke...

I love salt, water, taffy, and tearsbut only if they are happyNow I need someone to calm my fearsDistract and let's escape for the dayTelevision off, radio turned downTomorrow a visit to our boatI'll accept only smiles; no one can frownIf you wish to board my happy vesselWe'll venture out with coolers, icy coldFull of good food, beer, and treatsThe wind in our ears, let the good take holdSwimming, fishing, laughing and fu...

Nikolai reached his hand into his pocket and felt the knife. He had worked for weeks on it, slowly grinding down the stone blade day by day. He only had one chance to take out the guard when he reached the perimeter. From there he would have to rush to the lake and assemble the raft he had made out of drop cloths he found lying around the prison camp behind the officer’s quarters. He thought about his wife when she woke u...

I saw you weakAnd hated youThe way you clung to meYour need so claustrophobicI could barely breathe And yet I felt responsibleNot able to break freeEach time that I would take a stepYour grasp dug into me As though I held the key to youAs though you lived through meYou feared that I would leave youYou said you’d take your life I’m forced to entertain youAnd care for you just likeYou were my child and helplessNot partners...

In my dreams last night I found myself sitting at the dining room table. Like so many times years ago, my report card spread open on the table in front of you. Your fingers again grasping my dreadlocks, tightening more and more as you continued your verbal assault. I could feel the sting in my scalp as you tightened more and pulled harder, trying to lift me from the chair I was sitting in. This is not the first time. Why...

Everyone needs an escape,a fantasy place to go. Where they can dream, not being what others suppose. Reality can be let go for a time,while singing a different song. A place so far away,it can only be serene. Where prying eyes can't see,dreaming transformations. A spot without judges,a quiet personal space. Where truth lives free,without any fear. A dreamland in the cosmos,where pain can find escape. A personal Margaritav...

Create my escapeAs I stand hereWithout even moving an inchAs soon as you see me, I’m travelingAway from the world I live in The brief time that we spend togetherAn eveningA coffeeA nightWhisks me awayA mere look at your faceAnd I’ve touched down in some parallel time You light up for me when you see meIt makes all the risk so worthwhilePerhaps such encounters won’t heal meBut they let me break free for a while.

Roy Rogers used to live an average life with average money. He had an average family, no siblings, a mother and a father. Roy was 13 years old when he found the last place he would ever see. A week earlier: Roy was walking home from school, it was the late 6o’s in Holly Springs, Mississippi. As Roy walked up the driveway to the door, he heard a loud crash and profanity leaking through the door's cracks. Roy thinking somet...

So much time has passed away, since that night so long ago I know you found your peace and way, no more pain and your end of sorrow You found a path to leave the fray, an escape I could not offer And now you ride the sunshine's ray, from star to star and dream to dream Never again to enter the gray, wherever your soul now roams Hope the words reach you as I say, that I have not forgotten So, Jessica, happy birthday, and h...

When I met youWant and needHad teamed togetherBlinding me  Though learning that your girls beforeWere battled-scarredI was so sureThe blame did not belong with youI missed the signsIgnored the cluesAnd when the snake uncoiled and struckI was ashamed, yet so in loveYour flicking tongueYour piercing eyesHave me feeling mesmerizedYour flexing formSo smooth and paleWinds around me like a veil Every day when I awakeI think of...

My mind is racing, With every word my brain spews on the page I feel part of my sanity come back. Part of my pain is lifted, Part of my heart mends itself, But only for a moment, Because once this poem is over, I get thrown into the darkest part of my head. In this place, I am told I am worthless, stupid, not worthy of life. I argue with voices inside me. Voices, so many voices circling me! I scream and scream, But no one...