Just lost in nuances in busy corners of the mind and tricks of elusive memory, feeling feeble fragments of some hidden reality, lost in a thick dark fog, in an already crumbling world, holding onto some figments of a menacing dimension, fallin...
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Love you through it
He is her weakness and greatest strengthLooking at the blank page in front of her She realizes that she could fill it a million times over With all her thoughts and emotions Currently running through her veins. But what is it that she feels she really needs to say Is it thank you for the all th...
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 t...
After The Storm
It's pretty calm now, after the stormThe show went on. Billy Elliot the Musical had a run of six shows from February 24th through 27th, and March 3rd through 5th. We were sold out for all the performances. It was successful by anyone's measurement. And I completed the show. We have a populat...
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love at the wheel part 2: A new journey begins
Love at the Wheel Part 2, sequel to a live story began in 2010.Love at the Wheel Part 2, sequel to a live story began in 2010.It's the next journey in Charlotte White and Robert Swift's life as they now try to learn how to be in a relationship together now that their feelings for each other are revealed. But it is...
There is only darknessWhere all others hide their souls,A gravity so uglyWhere the air is rank and noisomeAnd the darkling ghosts hide screamingIn the humming, chasmic voidWhere she hides forgotten secretsIn the place she finds no floor.There are chains w...
Searching in the low light,Twisting on the needles,Head spinning,Tongue swelling,Hands trembling,Heart aching,Eyes all grainy sleepy andI cannot drift away.Memories melting in the shadowedCylinder of sod off,Churning in the bronzing goldAnd swirling past...
I lay in bed, breathing deeply, hoping it would distract me from my excruciating headache. Pieces of the only food I had an actual craving for floated in a bucket of vomit by my bedside. “God, why me?” I whimpered. A strong wind forced the curtains away f...
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Why should I be here when my child has gone?I'm devastated and don't know how to carry on;She had a bright future coming her way;Till everything changed on a beautiful spring day;She was always so calm and dignified;Despite overwhelming pain she rarely cr...
An unwanted guest,,,,
A poemThe age was just grey.Time had not really started.The meaning of life,had not been imparted.All days rolled in one.A never-ending strife.Through monotones, I'd created,My meaning of life.Each day I awoke,with a solitary goal.Survive until sleepand live th...
The Cool Side of the Pillow
Sometimes, overloaded senses can be forgotten in a simple gesture, just for a moment...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 an...
Depression
This is an illness like any other...Drowning deep within one’s self Echos of fears and memories past Pressures of self doubt Resurfacing from time to time Eroding what’s left of one’s self confidence Seeking, searching for something Some answers that may help end the insecurity Intoxication...
for my father in ICU
before this day has been writtenIt's early morning the day before Thanksgiving. There came about 8 more inches of snow overnight. There's almost an expectant hush, like something more than dawn lies over the horizon. Although there's no moon, it's luminous. Starlight shimmers off the he...
Mary once had a little lamb. This lamb had magical powers. For it could baaa the most enchanting of melodies. If you heard certain melodies of this lamb, you could feel a compulsion to do many things. That is why this power of the lamb was as dangerous as...
The End Of Things
Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.Their happiness taunts me, the cruelest of jokesIf only they knew how I felt.My heart in pieces, just a shell of a manCursing God, for the cards that were dealt.May your heart be broken a thousand timesMay you drown in a sea of tears.For only those, who h...