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 m...
Looking 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...
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 voi...
The 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...
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 a...
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 th...
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,Chu...
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 th...
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...
The 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,wit...
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 day
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 S
It'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 lum...
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...
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 tea...