Feeling Stories

Strength for the dayHope for tomorrowHappiness and faithFor calm and peaceTo not be afraidTo find a way to understandThe thoughts in my headGrowing each dayWith compassion and prideTo accept what I mustFollowing my heartThe power withinFeelingThe power grows Deep within  

I feel you Your heart spoke to me Your soul was joined with mine When you are near My eyes are drawn to yours Looking into your eyes I find my forever No words have to be spoken We know A calmnessBut such passion I realize how much it means  To love and be loved Each day is brighter by your laughter Each night is warmer by your smile I am both humble and stronger As our love grows Touching my life In all the ways that you...

WordsNotes followMy heartTorn wideStillNo breathChill to my gutSlowly warmingHeat risingBecoming WonderBecoming Knowledge  Then, Believing You.

Feeling critical and analytical I'm not feeling political Just a little... difficult Just like this poemI have very little rhyme  and even less reason But if you'll bear with me I think you'll see That I and you Are as useful as... dog doo 

Sometimes you light my way with your bright face, your lovely face, so round, so luminous floating through the darkness at a pace so slow it’s almost still and devious, pulling tides higher on the shore, blinding me from stars with your strange, indifferent glow. Sometimes, you hide in shadows finding ways to give so little light as you grow darker with each passing night, a sliver, a slight smile on you lips, a teasing g...

Have you ever looked into a mirror, the reflection looking back, not recognized? Peering, realizing, you are looking at yourself,another darker side. Someone with, wants and needs other than,those you have allowed others to see. Someone who has visited before. Bringing,images, you thought were buried long ago. Looking at this manifestation, do you feel the pull, beckoning to come with them. Wanting to follow into the dark...

Waking from my coma, Walking out of my dream, Living in my nightmare, Needing just to scream. My skin becomes a cage. A cage that's far too tight. I want to rip it off. I fight with all my might. The pressure always building, I feel as though I'll pop. I hate this constant feeling. Why does it never stop? I crave to give in fast. This is all I ever seek. I know that I can not. No wonder my outlook is bleak. My body takes...